Early morning near Karjat, Maharashtra |
In all my moments
Of shrieking despair
And wrenching sorrow
And in all my moments
Of calm repose
Under the newborn sky
All my moments
That scatter away
Like a handful of marbles
All my moments
Wrapped in time
And now
Ticking,
Breathing
Moments
None but you
No me, myself
Only you
Wow. This is the most beautiful, loving poem I have ever read. I loved every golden word.
ReplyDeleteNow, now, Sherry Blue!
Deleteah, but to be all alone with the one who love...mmmm....
ReplyDeleteThe Befuddled Flatulent Blogger
I wish!
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