Jujutshu Kumar Deb

The Time - Poem by Jujutshu Kumar Deb

Time distills on a nearby plateau
Hidden in sequestered valleys
Sharp greenery fuses
Emptiness into heavy mystery,
Hidden streams purge the rocks
Blow the conch of divine call
Silenced inside the caverns,
Birds call and animals beckon,
O you look with wandering eyes
Come let us go and find our God.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012

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