Pragya Deb Burman

Turning back the pages of time
All faded and brittle-
I chanced upon some quaint fancy of mine
A rhyme- written when I was quite little;
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Lost in the waves of time,
I watch the wild sea surge back & forth,
Bruising this very being of mine,
Against the craggy rocks;
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The sun rises once again,
But for me- a new morn is all in vain;
Grim shadows cast in the night,
Seem to lead me to the light.
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If words could convey my feelings..
Life would be so simple;
No torment and pain, and ease of decision!
But the heart knows no such dealings...
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I recall the wondrous days spent in the cool woods,
Where I'd love to return, If only I could;
The breeze gently scented with a tinge of fresh pine,
Scampering, innocent squirrals,
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I wish I could send you a rainbow,
A myriad colours depicting the soft hues
Abiding within my soul;
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Sitting and gazing vacantly,
Through the window in my room,
A chilled air envelops me;
I suddenly smell the musty heaviness
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Life's an illusion,
The bygone years only numbers
Stamped somewhere
In the eternal whirlpool of space;
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I'm walking down
The land of the deep blue-green hills,
With winding ribbon roads, that never end;
Mighty rivers and gentle streams,
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They say -
Dwell in dreams
But never let the days
Fleet by
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