Rhythm Of Life With Respect To Time: : Poem by Antara Sinha

My past memories are scattered o'er the sea-shore,
Washed away by the waves; Some of them are still there,
The rest I can't restore.
I'm spending my present moments
by writing these lines o'er the pages of my diary,
So that I can make a memoir of those remnants,
for deepening the knowledge of Philosophy.
My future dreams are fragmented into pieces,
But still they're flying o'er the vast blue sky
with the wings of hopes and desires
towards the end of a life-long way,
Where time is continuously passing by.