Barren Soul Poem by Kiranjit Singh Bajaj
Barren Soul
Washed ashore,
The receding waves that bore,
Helped me traverse the distance,
Now gently tends me to the shore.
In it's receding motion,
Fades my memories, ..... illusions,
As I grasp the sand for support,
That oozes through my fists,
Leaving me empty.
Cometh the dusk,
The end of dawn,
A barren soul,
A hollowness unveiled,
Sinking sand, ...the end of time.
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