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ISSN: 0974-892X

VOL. V
ISSUE I

January, 2011

 

 

Smita Tewari

Verse

Knowing that verse holds us in our emptiness, we cling to it in our desperation,
to belong to the urn, or else time will scatter us through savage winds.

What is a thousand years , if time is not set free to roam the earth like a
gypsy or it sticks to us for senseless years, as if time were the only wealth!

And what are we to do with those thousand years, when a single day brings
to us the soft night breeze on the wings of a faded dream or a half-lit moon!