Random Thought Xxvll - Poem by Savita Tyagi
Old friends and old memories
Old cloths and old habits
Old habitats and old ways
Provide such comfort
Hard to let them go!
Stop and go writing
Basketful of emotions
Scant time for sorting
First strike and you get it right
You think it just happen might
But the period of trial and error
Is what we need to go through
And perfection becomes marrow.
Time makes sense of every thing
Time makes every thing nonsense
Time leaves no remnant to collect.
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