All In Vain... Poem by Pratiksha Sonkar

How about moving round
around and coming back to naught?
That is what happens when
you try to leap a decade.
How can it be possible to negate time and space?

Being, growing and achieving
just like that is possible only in dreams:
the territory where time does not count,
where space is boundless,
and where only feelings matter.

But you don't live a dream everyday.
The night is what you own.
The day is what you owe to reality!

There is an infinite distance
between a day and a night.
How could you dare to fuse them up?

A vain attempt it was!