Again in Life

Again in Life

Time cherishes me with a bundle
Of golden pearls in its immortal handle,
That tending me to hold those precious momments,
In my scarry palm's fragments,
For carrying the good pearls from Him,
Over the wounded memories of my heart-brim
Where mind always asking me__
Hundreds of questions in silence.
"Can I praise the dignity of life's elegance"?
But, I am here merely a man,
A man__with flesh, blood and breath,
But once every mortal man was a human,
Till to the end of their death
 
VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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