Borrowed time


I stand on the battleground
Of many many wars
Watch the chaos
Until everyone falls

This is the origin
Of the stream that flows
Blood of my brothers and sisters
From today and ages ago

Smoke from burning pyres
Pollutes the sky once blue
The burning flames
Spark revenge in few

Clouds black and grey
Envelope us all
Gloom, regret, despair
Who can escape the fall?

For reasons of all kind
We have killed each other
Differentiated on basis of caste, religion, gender
Then why do you call me brother?

I wish we would understand
We are alive for moments five
Transient, fickle, small
Unlike nature, that will forever thrive

I have nothing to say
To all who live
But just this one advice
That I would like to give

Nothing is yours
Nothing is mine
Just us living
On borrowed time


Copyright ยฉDevika Todi. All rights reserved.

28 thoughts on “Borrowed time

  1. Sometimes I find it fascinating. If you think about-it, people who fought wars; let say 2500 years ago. Who remembers them. But I’m sure this chaos will continue until the end of time. It’s up to civilizations to decide… Well said!


    1. I swear! What never ceases to amaze me, is the fact that from time immemorial, people have died for reckless leaders and causes that didn’t require so much destruction.
      But who am I to say? Just a tiny life in a world that has billions and billions of it.

      Thank you for sharing my content!

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