Between time and me
Once time tied them
together
time also threw them
to two extreme ends
with the same
spirit and gusto
it once tied them
now
each a stranger
to the other
***
Seasons are your creation
so is the illusion
of sunrise and sunset
love and hatred
life and death too
all illusions you bear
in your eternal womb
to create and re-create...
i'm not even a passing foot-print
on your mysterious tracks
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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