The needles, once they pass the stop,

They are not to come

Again to the chapter they left behind,

But grievances shall they sum

That mark the moments let go in vain.

Though with moments not the same,

The needles stroke the point I left

In time, then harsh but tame

Today, as I march before yet ahead

Of time, and heal the wounds I bled.

Copyright © 2002 Khalid Raza Khan