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Father Time


Father Time

Days merge into shadows
nights into days

serially ...

years form/unfold/fold up
dusted narratives, ordinary tales
picked up

and --- finally swept away by the that bent figure
cleaning the sands of time

of all footprints --- in a relentless drive

like autumnal leaves
dried, veined, trembling

then --- detached cruelly
by a gust of wind
and lost

in a vale
where voices of the moments
buried with fallen leaves

and return eerily

--- a wailing sound that unnerves

the loud picnickers

listening to hip-hop, reggae or Dylan Thomas
on the Japanese stereos, in Indian cars.

Article © Sunil Sharma. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-01-30
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.

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