Simouleanous

by Surayya Bhatia

It seems tsunamis must atone.

Mountainous sins isolate tumultuous men.

Sometimes time smites us.

Eons nest in lilies until time unites us.

Time is seamless.

Time is solemn.

Time means loss, immense loss.

Monotonous lust, miles lost to men.

Sometimes lost, sometimes stolen.

Lonesome moments toll out.

Men till soil, toil unto mutilation.

One million molten souls lament.

Moments, minutes, seasons, eons.

Lotuses maintain man's ailments.

Time steals lost souls.

Some must lose all.

All must lose time.

All must lose us.

All loss is nameless.