poetry – Time swallows everything
In the backyard of my house,
I sowed a seed in the hope that one day
it would yield heavenly fruits.
Mom said I did a good job
and handed me an apple as a reward.
I was too engrossed in triviality to enjoy its sweetness then.
So I hid it in the ground in the hope that
next day I’ll be back to relish its soulful delicacy.
To admire its seducing red color,
I dig the spot next day and found emptiness.
It was gone. Along, it evaporated
the warmth of ecstasy I was in the last night.
Euphoria that lasted only in my imagination battered my reality,
I was fool, enchanted with the seed I sown
and expecting from it to bestow me divine fruit
when it was already in my hands.
I bemoaned in grief that was the fruit of my deed
and I buried it with my own hands.
How could I be that stupid?
But now I know time swallows
everything and future is a myth.