December 31, 2010

TIME


In your journey of mystery and pain,
I float like a paper boat in heavy rain.
In your warm hug of love and care,
I often melt like butter.

In your domain of beauty and miracles,
I play like a kid of innocence and suspense.
In your history of fury and glory,
I search for fall and rise of human story.

I call you time with reverence and fear,
You treat me like a nut every year.
Somewhere, somehow we love each other,
Someday, anyway we part my dear.

Today I bid farewell to a drop in your lake,
Tomorrow I will dream in your huge park.
I pity my ignorance in talking with your soul,
You know I am a romantic with a little role.

-Datla Chiranjeevi Raju

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