by Gautam Sinha
The river of Time
Is not kind to all.
Some stones, it lovingly crafts
And polishes in to distinctive shapes;
Others it erodes and leaves behind
With cruel marks of its passage
And the rest it mercilessly grinds
In to sands of time.
From:
Gautam Sinha
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Gautam Sinha
Last updated April 26, 2016