Wednesday, January 18, 2017

This doesnt rhyme with events and time

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You never touch the same river,
Because it flows,
Never the same gust dashes you,
It blows,
Never a moment remains the same,
Time pushes each heartbeat and heals all woes.

Childhood days; we played with stones,
Stones crafted to create empire;
Empires drowned in the water of time;
Time moves on;
Silence, its rhythm and speed its rhyme.

Looking back at each of the alleyway now filled up,
I saw life crawling to a run;
Looking back at each of the eyes now filled up,
I saw pains are all done!
We all are now man, Daughter and Son

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