The indelible
marks on time
The eventual
fall of the last rise
No matter how
much we regret
The moment we
live to forever despise
Which haunts
to sadden us forever
The constant
din emanates from echo of surmise
If only we could
hold the time for once
When the constant
truth arises from transient lies
The swarming
memories blindfold life
When you stare
hard into blurring eyes
The breath that
fails to recoil from within
Your mother rests
on lap and then just dies.
Delhi
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