The Sands of Time

Hashtag Kalakar

Oct 1, 2022

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Updated: Jul 30, 2025

By Marisha Singh

Pregnant with possibilities,

This brief little life

Will it blossom to its fullest

Will the Dawn arrive?

Or will I miscarry

and succumb

To the compulsive night!

The cosmic genius asks

As my time stubbornly flies

As sand becomes the soil.

By Marisha Singh

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