The Place Time Forgot

By Lakshmi R Menon

The river whispered low, its voice a thread,

That wove through stones where countless steps had led.

It spoke of places neither wild nor tamed,

A song that called us, though it had no name.

“Is this our haven, far from world’s despair?

A quiet refuge neither here nor there?

If we should stay, let time not draw us near,

But hold us bound in love’s eternal sphere.”

Though seasons change and skies may dim with grey,

This place within our hearts will never stray.

For here, beneath the stars’ unending show,

We’ll always find the path we used to know.

By Lakshmi R Menon