Saturday, 23 November 2013

The passion of his throbbing heart
still alive
inside the coolness of
dead past;
The moment here changing colors
to forget,
and birds around chirps
the never ending song of grief.

Time
can only paint the deed
done here
to remain ever
surpassing the ages.

by sarojini pattayat.23/11/2013

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