Sunday, 6 August 2023

The static rush

 


 

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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