Book of time
was torn into pieces
Pages were flying
All around me!!
Ink of space
was fading away
Space had shrunk
from words to a mear dot..
Missing were pieces
to fill the gaps in time..
Dried for long
is the ink of space
Still a child called dream
were picking those paper pieces
Writing with an inkless pen
the story called life!!
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
8 years ago