Timefarer

He’s the Timefarer,

And he’s walking away.

As the hills turn to dust,

As the souls kneel to pray.

With tired eyes,

He’s walked past joy and demise.

He’s the Timefarer,

And he doesn’t have a say.

Though he’s seen the sun rise,

And kingdoms decay.

He walks alone.

With feelings written on stone.

He remembers every sight and sound.

Of celebrations, and of battlegrounds.

He walks past ’em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

He knows the balance of bad and good.

And you might think him, misunderstood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop…

 …

He’s the Timefarer,

And he’s treading on the edge.

Keeping his solemn word,

Of an unspoken pledge.

To carry on;

Through circumstances come and gone.

He’s the Timefarer,

And his knowledge is his prize.

He can see the scent of purity,

And pick out the truth among lies.

He travels forth,

To find out what our lives are worth.

He remembers everything he’s seen.

Every nook and every corner he’s been.

He walks past ’em, and sheds a dry tear.

Swallows his anger, joy and fear.

He Refrains from speaking a word,

As his voice should never be heard.

And he knows that if he would,

We might have to pay in sweat and blood.

So, may the silence never drop.

And, may the walking never stop…

…

Sam Banerjee