Call me what you prefer
a river
a long-winding path
an endless chain
with neither a beginning nor an end
call me what you prefer
a delightful mother
who goes on fondling you on her lap
a ferocious animal
bent upon preying you
an ecstatic lover
who holds you in a
warm, tight embrace
planting kisses galore
a saint in meditation
who is impervious to pain, sorrow or happiness.
You might call me TIME
who keeps on racing ahead
a spoiler, a healer, a well-wisher.
Call me what you like.
I am always where I am
I am always what I am
neither a runner
but standing frozen like a statue.
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