Time,the time.

If it's not time,then
what else is?
Sporty dictator,
envelope tent
for  conscious followers
and  wanderers.

The out-of-date-man
carried green canvas bag
stuffy with recorded
 and re recorded
video cassettes,rent
for five rupees a week.
three decades of thinness,
bits and bytes forward
over write memories to convenience.
My  biological clock
has a heady disdain for those,
Mere apparatus.
Tiptoes with every breath,
The cells lost
in renewal and replacement
are the ties to be severed.