Wrapped in Layers of Oblivion
Who remembers whom
When one goes beyond reach?
Day by day till memory is
Alive and kicking
One talks of the one gone
By an by a mere passing thought
Is all that remains
And later time casts its net
And time wipes away all the traces
Of the loved and the hated alike
No place to grieve
No room for guilt
It’s just the way
In this endless profession
And procession of life
25sep2010
12.27hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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