Famished Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Famished

Time is always renewing itself
with new time,
a tremendous energy unfolds -
we don't see.

Time doesn't plan,
a continuous flow,
expanding like a colossus.

All of us are time capsules,
unaware that we are moving -
we are always famished
eating ourselves.

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