The Loosening Grip

I learnt to walk as a toddler,
Walking under the grip of Time.
When I began to walk faster,
I was called a daring youth,
Running ahead of the race of Time;
But soon Time was seen overtaking me,
Mocking my age,running short of Time.
I stood before my mind,a mirror's mime.

My mind showed a bunch of sagging muscles, 
As a mark of the loosening grip of Time;
Not willing to take me anymore on his run,
Time was perhaps jettisoning the load unwanted.

All is a load that fails to board by itself;
Bad loads are worse than bad loans.
Grip shedding is of course a gain either way,
For the one who holds and the other,held.

Each one's grip is a scheduled mission,
Until it turns into a burdening fission.
A toddler tucked to his mother's shoulder.
Has to be unloaded if he is found to be a boulder.
The grip is meant both,to govern and to guard.
But to govern more than guard,is an act of fraud.
A tightened grip targets the victim with frozen force;
A loosened grip,makes both ends meet their resource.

It is time's design that warns the earth,of its load,
So as to labour the lot,or lighten the large episode.

P. Chandrasekaran.