On the sands of time
Write your bad time
On stone though you could
Carve that which is good
Whenever an eye you cast
On time gone by in the past
Let the sands be clear of woe
It will if you have let go
Those records sans worries
Are all the good memories
Impetuous to take a step ahead
To discover our lost homestead
Hold fast onto this thought
On past never to get caught
Unless those times written on stone
Those on sands are not to be shown
Of good times let it remind
Deny not that time is sand
Slowly slipping through your hand
Time is forever, time is now
Perspectives differ, that’s how
Time is relative, just an illusion
Cyclic movements around the sun
On every writing washed away
Waves of hope, fears allay
A bright new light shining through
Beckoning, for us to pursue
Bindu Vidyadhar
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