WHERE THE BARD HAD IN A WIDER CONTEXT SAID IT ALL

 WHERE THE BARD HAD IN A WIDER CONTEXT SAID IT ALL

The mobile recharge-package showed a limit to the minutes one can speak within the stipulated period and I was reminded of Shakespeare's sonnet, 'Revolutions', where our lives have been like limited to the 'minutes' that ever 'hasten to their end'.

Written by Sugata Bose

XXX. Revolutions by William Shakespeare

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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

So do our minutes hasten to their end;

Each changing place with that which goes before,

In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,

Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,

Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,

And delves the parallels in beauty's brow;

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:—

And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand

Praising Thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

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