Winds of Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sands of Time are Shifting

The Winds of Time

Before the fragrance leaves the flowers
And the sky gives up its colors ,
Let us leave this world
The two of us
Leaving behind, a few
Shrunken , shriveled memories
Like the yellowed leaves of
The Pippul tree –
Will get scattered
Far and wide
By the winds of Time.
The leaves cannot tell
That the Pippul was barren,
Nor can memories echo
The emptiness
Of our lives.
So let us leave
While we can still
Hear the wind sing
And feel the softness


Of a feather. /  10  Oct  1988

Submitted: October 05, 2016

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