Old Age

Time has swayed
The dunes far away from me.
I strive to space my desire for a brief pace
In the place where I lived in.
Under the dusty sandstorm
Time struggles
To sink me behind the twilight sun.
Footprints of strength are stored
As memories in the sheets of sand.
I surrender my breath with my broken crutch :
The mirage of my last living support.




Poetry by P K Padhy
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Written on 2009-11-14 at 06:19

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mark nwagwu
Time struggles
To sink me behind the twilight sun.
Footprints of strength are stored

This is remarkable; footprints of strength are stored, and others who come along, may follow, their spirit erstored.
2009-11-14


melanie sue
This is excellent work. I was in awe as I read every line. Thank you for sharing-definately bookmarking it.
2009-11-14