Time Is The Thief Of Its Own Theft.

Poem By NAYANIKA DEY

I saw all those
That you gently failed to see
All those that in perfectly
Captured poise
Pirouetted around us.
You thought you've
Enough of it still left
Alas! If only you knew
Time is the thief of its own theft.

~Nayanika Dey
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