On The Shores Of Uncertainty Poem by Seema Aarella

Every moment not just passes
but slips out of hand like gravels of sand
that i wish to grasp yet let go helplessly.

A whiff of hope blows in
and blows out constantly
and the vacuum still remains in my heart.

On a sad evening I see
my shadow on the wall
getting eaten up slowly by the growing night.

If its not now its never going to be.
One more tear dropp is not an onus
but heavens can't promise another day for me.