In a moment eternity can be lived
a drop is
the ocean
universe is
in a grain
these poetic
homilies
delightfully
console
a morbid
soul.
The years of
mobile moments,
years of
video romance
love, war,
truce and small talks
and
joys are my fulfillments
of a half
lived life.
What shall I
call the gone years
was it years
of silent worship,
was it
wasting of best period of time
was it
ignorance or arrogance,
or the
closed rooms soliloquies
that could
not reach the longing ears.
But I want
to change the norms
and turn my
soliloquies to
sweet melodies
hummed by all
my loneliness
into amity of love
to spark and
ignite,
before I leave
this world.
Sabita Sahu
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