In the haunted lands of deluge ravaged by
torrential rain,
In the green avenues of dark & dense forests,
In the echoes of vestiges of time elapsed,
In the forts decayed and frozen on mountain peaks
I walked silently holding the hands of myriads of emotions,
Oh time, I could see nothing devoid of your signature;
In this ascension and descent of journey of life,
Uttered void apparently by the external world.
Oh times, when you fill my poetic consciousness
As joy of Spring and struggles of Summer,
I realize that you are the controller of seasons,
Definition of infinity,
Mysterious riddle with no beginning or end.
My quests ever, in search of you
In the rocks and stones
Where ages fallen into deep sleep,
The soul of a traveler in quest of history of mankind,
Bending knees before you in reverence.
Standing insightful,
Witnessing imprint of signature of time
the existence of this universe.
A daughter of this mankind, bound to the sheltering hands of time ,
stands with bowed head in front of you
to complete the journey of this birth.
copyright poem- dr sanjana p souparnika
image courtesty- freepik
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