Sunken Wisdom Poem by Ishan Chaitanya

Nothing lingers in this world,
Nothing stands the ever changing,
Nothing stills the cold, quiet motion
Of Time.

There's a smile on your face
But it won't be for long
That its grace is taken to another
Place

I know the works of Time's own work;
I know peculiar human natures
Eager to plunge themselves into
The works.

The memories of each of us
Dwell secretly beneath the skin
Beneath the very border
Of Fear.

We bury them with layers
Of forgetfulness and pain
Of our various injuries
Forgotten.

Take care of those places
Don't be bothered by faces
Don't desire to be drowned
In Time.

Wish your enemies your wisdom.
Wish no living creature pain.
Wish you don't wish to return
Again.