Time Is Fleeting Poem by Dr Dillip K Swain
Time Is Fleeting
After the school hours
On sizzling hot summer days
A dozen of boys
Naked dives
In childish joys
Whirling the pond
In dhib dhab sound
From all corners
And a bearded old man
From a wooden chair
Umpiring the play
Cheering to encore
Time is fleeting
The pond is dead
A pile of sand
Asleep in its bed
The old umpire
Nowhere around
The pond is thirsty
Water is not found
Copyright@ Dillip K Swain
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