Have you been struck by time's
untimely arrow?The irreversible reverse,shot
from its twisted bow?
The open wound is soft inside,
when it comes down to
the last grain of sand,
there is no loss
and no pride.
When the scales tip, what
is a wrinkle, and what is
a smile? I can only
wish, my clock would
wait a while.
Anirban Kapil Baishya (3/4/2012)
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