The Story

By Saumya Sinha

Time heals everything

My guess is by expanding old memories crevicing’s

It gives you an impression that you can choose what you want

And you choose to forget,

To go blind against it all

Because in darkness you’ll never see when it all collapsed

And maybe then it wouldn’t hurt perhaps

But what you actually couldn’t see was that time was a kid,

And this was all just a little skit

The game is over and you are brought back to reality

Your blinds have been taken and you are forced to see the catastrophe

Now it’s up to you to find the true way to salvation

Or be doomed again to let time do the narration.

By Saumya Sinha