Tuesday, August 26, 2025

Time is a river I cross

Time is a river
I cross

A lone journey with islets of
Familiarity in between
The unknown, a pull
 
Faces emerge, bonds are formed
A rhythm carries the wave
A fable rises and falls

Molecule by molecule
I become the cosmos.

.

Anant Dhavale

(Simpler verses)

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