#WritcoPoemChallenge
The time between dusk and dawn,
The time between night and morn,
I travel beyond places unknown,
It keeps pulling my attention,
It keeps pushing me one side,
This is the game of time.
Everything changes no matter,
How hard we try.
The beautiful face of yours,
Will get wrinkles one day.
The most beautiful flowers,
Is just waste after some days.
I’m feared, I’m scared!
For a future,
In which you are not there.
So I made a promise
Which remains the same
As the ringmaster of this game.

© JP haldar