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Sands Of Time

Sep 30, 2022
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By Abhinav Kumar




The last smile of the sun reaches me

I pulled my hands out, my hands were full

What I had to leave for the prodigious sight?

It flows out of my hands like tears in my eyes

Unstoppable!!!





The more I clenched more it falls

Now all I have are a few grains

Grains that I don’t want anymore

Stuck o my hand, As a violin stuck to the hands of Bach


Suddenly, a wave submerged me

My hands are now empty but will flowing through them

Moon shining bright in this dark night

Its light so cold , makes me numb


Life moves like a sine wave

Sun and Moon come and go

Will in my hand fuels me

I put my hands in, knowing

Sun will smile again




By Abhinav Kumar




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