Old Age
Time has swayedThe 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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