Time is an essence that I can't quite grasp
Is it 'coz of the blast from the past?
Or the uncertainties of the future?
Or just the fact that I just can't make it last?
As fleeting moments pass
And the memories of me as a lass
I see slip through the hourglass.
By Ashitha Zarah
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Lovely poem ❤️
ReplyDeleteWow. Ashitha, you are rocking, Keep it up. Grand Dad (Ravindranath)
ReplyDeleteEven as I first looked into
ReplyDeleteThose shimmering black-grape eyes
I surely knew that somewhere
Within those mysterious depths
Lay -- unexplored swirls of color
And flights of fancy profound
Lurking deep and biding apt time--
To burst forth unrestrained
And merge in the cosmic mind!
- Dorothy Ravindranath
The Lord bless you, dearest Aashi!
Wow...... The DNA lineage... from you.... Dear Valsa... Grand Dad
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