A Gift Of God - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
What time consumes is beyond cure,
What is yet to come is unsure,
Come to kiss me, fleeting moment,
Thou art a gift, a true present,
Gift is to cherish, not endure.
_____________________________________< br> - Musings | 15.01.05 |
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