My human hands

Don’t have the mystic touch

To rewind time nor freeze it.

But, I can, however,

Turn the arms of your watch a bit.

Twisting the nods ever-so slightly,

Making us strangers with time.

Warped and wayward

We would lose touch with reality,

For eternity you’d be mine.

Abhigya Shrestha,

Grade: 10

Rato Bangala School