Time, you are a mere illusion,
You only exist in our mind,
A fourth dimensional abstract entity,
An enigma of some kind !
We humans have invented you,
And brought you to our scene;
But like the moth you feed on our calendars,
To fatten up from within !
Necessity, the mother of inventions,
Created the calendar and the clock;
Which cater to our needs -
Does it come to you as a shock ?!
With these inventions we measure -
Our rotations around the burning sun,
While in your self - delusion,
You think of having all the fun !
Our ageing is a biological process, all starts from within;
Right from our conception, all programmed in our very genes !
Our monuments wither, and our landscapes waste,
All due to environment and weather, and not at your behest !
Our lust for power, our hunger and greed,
Have destroyed civilizations, wiping it out complete !
But we do not succumb to you, nor accept defeat !
We humans die, when our organs fail,
And not because of you, as any doctor would tell !
Time, you exist all due to our humanity,
It is only because we accommodate you -
In a cordial spirit of relativity !
And yet you try to brow beat us,
O, what audacity !
Time, if you want importance, and wish to co-exist,
At all times you must remain subservient, and cater to our needs !
Though in reality you are only an imposter -
Of the fourth dimensional kind !
Time, you only remain, as a figment of my mind !