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BB (1st January 1969 / New Delhi)

Sandclock

Poem By Bindu Borle

Sand of time slipping fast
So fast I can hold it in my hands any more
It has once again succeeded
This glittering, shining sand

I lost once again.
Temptation was far too strong
A mirage formed
An obsession headstrong
Bright lights coming to my mind
Illuminating or blinding my senses?
A meteor flashing its tail
I see light all over once again

I am draped in beautiful, bewitching magic
Erasing my thoughts
The light goes off, the sand once again slips
I am left dazed
A moment back it was there
But now it is no longer with me
It left a message behind
Time is no one’s own
It cant be possessed by you
The slippery sand lies beside now
Left me thinking…

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle

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This says, 'Time and tide waits for no man'.


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