Seven minutes

You wish for me to stand still,

To force my hands to hold your quill,

To change your story as you please

But you, my friend, forget that I am the tide, which cannot freeze.

You thought that you had enough of me

But you my friend did not foresee.

You thought you could buy me with your false treasures

I am the most precious thing you have and you thought I was at your leisure.

I see your eyes, full of repent.

You want to get back all that you have spent,

You missed your chance to value everything around you

The breeze, the seas and the skies hue.

You missed your chance to tell him you loved him.

To tell him that you passed me by for him.

Now I see you at your last door.

I see you look back; plead me to spare you some more.

All I can give you is seven minute of me.

Seven minutes, just for your plea

Seven minutes to relive your life

Seven minutes until you cease all your strife

Your seven minutes are up; you are ready to go

I see a smile on your lips and your eyes glow

Those seven minutes have taught you your final lesson,

What you learnt, you whisper to me

I hear you say-‘Its too late, you are gone; you wont come back!’
And I, the Time agree.     

-Ramya Rallabandi