Travails of time, burrowing through tunnels.
New worms,
Cocoons of elementary effort,
Inner acting my canvass,
No movement of hand, no flicker of the eyes,
A painting, emerges.
Colours that never were on my pallet,
No dreams ever inspired,
Time paints,
I wait,
Eternal.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful painting of the mind in poetry. Enjoyed it. RoseAnn