Sands Of Time Poem by Sreekala Sivasankaran

Sands Of Time

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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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