Change-VIII

Caught in a cyclone, we wonder
where the turbulence was born
and where it will die?
Swept by the waves, we dream
of the centre to where we're sucked
where we'd fall and lie.
We look around, for a hand
that we'd waited for all this while
to hold and pull us back.
Solace comes, too little too late
and mostly from the unloved straw
washed down off the track.
Among jitters, as the earth rocks,
the ground slips by the force and hunger
of gushing swallowing water.
We wait with Faith, for You
while with the knife of time,
Change, continues to slaughter.

Waqt rehta nahi kahin tik kar
Iski aadat bhi aadmi si hai....