Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 6 July 2024
In the womb of time,
So many stories brewed,
So many buried,
So many remained untold.
Time is so cruel
Time is the curtain behind
the unseen characters
of an unknown age.
In the wave of time,
Like ripples,
Memories are cherished.
An age is forgotten through the
Passage of time…
Time captures the end of an empire,
Again time witnesses a new beginning,
Time holds the record of everything.
People desire to clutch the wings of time,
But they are trapped in longing…
Like a bird, time flies
within the blink of an eye
But bad times remain stuck with us,
Like our unchanged destiny.
Start saving sparkling episodes of life
In the chest of time.
Let the pages of bygones remain there
For dreaming about a better time in the future…
