The Times - Poem by Spandan Bhattacharyya
The train passes by and not waiting for me
And I stand alone alongwith thee
The doors are knocked, the tears are wept
And none respond all have slept
The stars are shining low and deep
And the wind is blowing like a whip
It is a notion it is a whim
That time can turn and time can swim
Time stands still and events passby
I stand confused, wide open my eyes.
Poet: Spandan Bhattacharyya
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