A play was enacted
With a drum beating prologue
evaded in thin air
After some acts.
Enacting and evading
Time and again.
Seeds were sown
But the fields were barren.
Seeds were shown
But the fields are barren.
Time gone never returned
But it Returns
Steps backward
From the starting point
Every time it marches.
Seeds were sown But the fields were barren. Even so, sowing must continue!
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A beautiful poem! Powerful ending with a great message! Beautifully penned....10