Moments into seconds, and
Minute by minute, gently and
silently trickle by …..
Through the sleek, narrow waist
of time.
Piling up on the fleeting hours,
For nothing abides, as all things
flow with time!
With the filling up of the hour glass,
It is once again reversed,
In an effort to re-measure and gauge
elusive time.
But the same is not true with our lives;
We live in years and die by the hour!
A process, so gradual and mesmerizing,
Making us feel it’s going to be everlasting!
(New Delhi/27 June 07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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