How Little Can We Depend Upon Time

The hope, and the thirst still remains,
Somehow, we wish for the same again,


A heartbeat and then silence,
No more fighting, no need for resistance,
Shut out from the world in an instant,
Tears and prayers can’t make a difference,

For how little can we depend upon time!

Waiting, now suddenly is meaningless,
When the cause stopped its existence,
Nothing can bring back the lost moment,
The world changes its colors, its pretense,

Oh ! How little can we depend upon time!

Each second incurs an irreversible change,
Some for good, some just personified pain,
Our past, our thoughts, can’t seem to erase,
The memories of old times that flew away,

Alas, How little can we depend upon time!

The hope, and the thirst still remains,
Somehow, we wish for the same again,
Again we unsuccessfully try for old days,
To relive it just once, the correct way,

But, how little can we depend upon time!


I was working as a volunteer to arrange platelet and blood donors for a patient in coma, whom I had never or rather will never meet. I was coordinating with his wife, for more than a week and even though we didn’t even knew the existence of the other, till just a week ago, we bonded well over the phone. I found myself giving her hope and persuading her to stay strong and I spent sleepless nights to do everything I could to aid her and her husband. But just like many things in life, things didn’t go our way. I got the news early morning, while I was still in class. Least to say, I was shattered. And so, that night, this poem came into existence.

I got reminded of this poem because of a Blood Donation Camp poster I saw today, and couldn’t help but share.

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