Frames fold and freeze
Softly they sink within self
Like a quick sand of time
The confounded waves
Besides a marshy beach
Constant motion upto nowhere
A striving sprint on tread mill
That rests on a receding vehicle
Eventually it has to return
Regardless of the determined sweat
To evolve with advent of time
One has to stay calmly within
Amidst the incessant frenzy
To recline for a static rush .
Delhi
2085
6 8.23
2085
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