Sands Of Time Poem by Sreekala Sivasankaran
Sands Of Time
Deserts are rising
Dryness, nausea, fatigue
Here's where we dumped
Our words yesterday
We thought someone would gather them
Or they would sprout like green grass
Shine like pebbles in the river
None, we're just imagining
Nobody is there
Only the terrain that shows
The speed of time
In the heaps of sands
That cover our souls
(From the collection, 'You Walk with Me' by Sreekala Sivasankaran)
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4/23/2024 10:04:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Exquisitely detailed " Deserts …. where we dumped Our words". Words that are heavy with emotions and histories…