It's Time
It's time
For me
To perceive
What's gone
To me
Never
Belonged
People who were
Never mine
Happy strings
They were
Never strong
To absorb
Subliminal Sounds
and fragrance
Of new born
fronds
To retain
Romance
Wait for
Another
chance
To process
All pains
And break
All chains
Now is the hour of
appreciation
Of friends.
Conciliation
With Unfathomable
Terrains.
Experimentation
Full throttle
Revelation
Of God's orders
Realisation
Of Precious life.
Preservation
Of my strife.
Immunity
From vanity.
Security
In brevity.
Yes!
It's my time
To regroup
Return
My self
To primordial
Plane
Little time left
Got to start
All over
Again
With the
Forgotten
Dance
In my steps
visit
The valleys
Where no
Foot prints
Have yet
Been
Left
Scale the peaks
And fly over
Lush blue
Creeks
It's my time
No one else
Can ever
Intrude
And
Once more
leave me
Joyless
As life's
Prelude
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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