someday i wished to have a friend like doremon
with a cupboard with a time machine inbuilt,
i too have a one, which could travel through future only,
at a rate one second per second,
which people think a bit slow then it should be,
but i manage to use as i need, as i move slowly and slowly
it moves continuosly, carrying an afraid me.
I fear to peep out the hole of the time machine cabin.
I see the trees passing by, in the rearview showing what left by.
some lovers holding roses in hands to a desperate breakups,
and a birth waiting for death to hug.
finally i close the window side my seat,
looking back if my time machine could give me a re-live.
i see the hands of clock seperating for a reunion again
Till the machine stops finally, leading to a black out.
The rear view seems to be show the last pics and
the machine leads me to my destiny.
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