by Quaid - Uz - Zaman
Time, a perception, slow and sluggish
in times of grief and sorrow,
but bold and fast
in the moments of happiness and joy.
Frozen in a deep sleep,
melting softly over the slice of being,
a ceaseless continuity toward the unending—
a measurement in terms of the other.
True
or
False,
and always
an illusion,
indistinct.
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Bangladesh
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Quaid- Uz- Zaman
Last updated August 30, 2025