The circle of life.
Friday, January 22, 2010 by Indrajit
Time just fades to the next tide,
seconds transit to make an hour,
another breathe melts with the dark,
the circle of life goes on.
A passage of life from innocence,
Thames flows to the song of youth,
Return to the wombs would Thames one day,
the circle of life then would resume again.
Indrajit G.
seconds transit to make an hour,
another breathe melts with the dark,
the circle of life goes on.
A passage of life from innocence,
Thames flows to the song of youth,
Return to the wombs would Thames one day,
the circle of life then would resume again.
Indrajit G.
True ! very True :)
A very profound thought through very simple lines! You are a magician with words my friend! Keep writting.
Yes life has to be like so....and its all who make your day...
jolliieess:)
very true...till a point....
not your usual! a bit stilted in the flow...but the theme is thoughtful.
I love the mataphors in this poem. As usual, great work!
*another breathe melts with the dark*.... only u can think of such things. i salute you.
THe end is always a new beginning. The fact of life. Good job.