Each Moment Poem by Anirban Dasgupta

Each moment dies in a reaction
And all the moments put together
don't make a tangible whole

What she dreamt of wearing
into a silky story
Was left as a sandy saga
Slipping from her helpless hands

Stunned, at the slicing numbness
of the indifferent shards around,
She twisted and turned
And then fell into an amorphus mass
that hardened into an icy stone

Which the passion could not melt,
And the frost failed to fuse
Niether the tears could move
nor rain wash.