68 Poem by arundhati sinha

68

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Future unfolds,
Uncalled for, without any beckoning,
Too early to be prepared for,
Too late to be unsettling.

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Raj Arumugam 24 May 2009

a marvelous meditation on time

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Yes it is indeed, well said in few lines.

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yanbu, saudi arabia
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