Time pass

Back home we call peanuts time pass
And small talk in a train under armpits
When time hangs so heavy on our lips
And you? What is your time pass,I ask.

We have to pass our respective times
And the common time of our mankind
From under the earth and up on fires.
And you? What is your time pass,I ask.

We write poems for night’s time pass
As a sun wakes up from our midnight
From his time pass in sky’s other half
And you? What is your time pass,I ask.

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