Slippin through the tiny gaps
Of your fingers
Oscillates the noisy pendulum
To and fro
Losing the caught moments
As time travels…
Nothing can be halted
Neither be owned
Sunlight or riches
Things or people
All in girth of impermanence
…
Never grip the unsaid
Flow is what it’s meant to be
Change says the sand clock
Turning the flow upside down
Walk incessantly
Hail the timeless treasures
Nothing ‘s your birthright…
©Soumya
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