A POET’S SOUL
As the present gradually gets consumed by
the past,
And the future burns in the altar of the
present, -
What ultimately remains are the crystal
dew drops, -
Of our evanescent moments!
And as we slowly drown ourselves, -
Inside the unknown depths of the mirror’s
surface,
Which one day shall forget to reflect our
face!
But the poet’s soul remains oblivious, -
Of our life’s eternal stance!
And at an advanced age, he continues to
write his verse!
And you can also find him in his garden,
Planting young saplings of new plants!
- Raj Nandy
22Mar 09
New Delhi
RAJ NANDY
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