Time

Beneath my buried thoughts, the pressure gained,
reminding me each time, a lot of time had passed
And with those tears that rained
the bed seemed moist, as the memories flashed.

I wanted to whisper my bitter-sweet secrets,
without being judged, without being laughed at...
Thoughts were frequent, yet the time wasn't
And hence I had to pen down, as on the bench I sat

The little Puppy was now so lean, old..
It would no longer bark or growl,
My bare wrists now confined with gold,
I would stay awake, in the dark like the owl

..And wonder, what if it goes this way?
The black locks would then change to white
And then there would come a day,
I will repent, I would ask mself,
"Why did I have to hide?"