Poetry

Can’t Capture Time

Many precious moments

From life I have saved

Kept in my treasure box

For future use encaved

Time steadily flowed on,

And when I wanted to detox

I needed some happiness

So dug into my jewelry box

To my distress and dismay

There was only empty hollow

Life’s joyful instances

Vanished, leaving me in sorrow

                                                           ~Sudha Dixit

                                                              Bangalore, India

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