Amnesty’s amiable amicability has granted me a leave
Amnesia’s amendment of ambulation – surrounded by strange spirits of time
As I try to see everywhere and none from the stream of time I walk upon;
Tell me, should I have done something else than to question the ambiguity of time?
As the calamity of callous calculus forces me to append that
The calculation of calendrical calibre is not good enough
To make me refuse measured favours from my paper hat;
I do spin about the stream and ask if the mountains were rough.
The starving strumming stuttering time was asked by me if
The standing stunting stemming rocks disturbed it or not -
To it, it answered by strickening me till I became deaf;
So, yes, I addressed it and it beat me till I rot.
The preaching preamble protecting the frozen lakes
From the precarious practice of pragmatism, I won’t condemn you,
For, you realized that All cannot match One, and One can’t be fake
And there’s no necessity for All to be true for One to start anew.
The solemn sonnets of sonority do not at all sound cacophonous now,
The sovereign sober somberness’s the only that can teach
So “move on” doesn’t make quite sense as memories too, do bow;
So, is it futile to question the depth memories can reach?