TIME’S CALL
K. V. Ramana Rao
In our journey along the one-way traffic of time
There befalls a day, all cold and dimly lighted,
Age carried from those our early years of prime,
Awaiting Time’s call, lonely, unloved, unattended.
In the sunset sky there, I see sun’s fires dying,
And far in Time, somewhere there is a dawn for us waiting
And somewhere there is a home too, once again calling,
Once more we fall into life’s game delighting.