It does not shout,
but it speaks through time.

A tower of stone and silence,
holding the rhythm of a city's breath.

Each strike a reminder-
not of endings,
but of passing.

People move beneath it,
rushing, pausing,forgetting.
But it keeps going,
unmoved by footsteps,
unimpressed by change.

The Big Ben doesn't watch,
yet nothing escapes its measure.