Time Ticks A Soul Too

By Reza Jaafar

Time ticks a soul too—

and that I cannot bear

Tick, tick, tick, tick

Different kind of air

Her red gown turns brown

Her green wilts to the ground

Lively—her life is

Alas—she’ll be missed

Mourn by a butterfly—

a bee

A melancholic kingdom—

can no longer heal

I’ll stand in corners—

night and day

With cordial hope—

I pray