Satvika Madadi

Mrs. Gardner
English 0
16 September 2014

Original Sonnet:

What is time, but a mythic catastrophe

Rushing, like a hare, never to impede,
And if not, delaying to a turtles pace;
Passing, from year, to hour, to second.
As the horrendous rise of dawn
Erases the untold wonders of the night,
And cycles in an infinite pattern,
And then one day, it ceases to exist.
Time, a dazzling truth we fail to decipher
Time, the only reason for our presence,
Time, the element that heals internal torture,
It is the sole concept that unites the universe
Though He becomes finite eventually.
This verse shall live on eternally.