in glory days of those times
there were hopes awaiting to blossom
bathed to bled in dreams
there were pages of self bursting to open.
a twinkling twilight star
up the high rise sky;
I once saw,
raining the night
in awe.
young, time on your side
kicking the dust
when sun shined.
a eon behind
moon seems the same
you passed your prime,
and until yesterday
you missed being the golden flame.
and, today
I write this verse;
gutted, awaiting to be the
sandglass in time.
Copyright © 13 Apr 2012, by Abhilash Hegde
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1 comment:
That was really good! i loved the imagery!
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