Time has sculptured another inscription on the tunnel of history,
Flowing consistently like a unhindered silent brook.
Humans have coined its extent into diverse magnitude-Seconds,minutes,hours,days,months,years,decades, centuries and millennium!
The year which bade good bye was a punnet for everyone-
Treasuring fresh fruits for some, while stale ones for others.
Moments be it good or bad, productive or destructive,
Will be cherished by some, lamented by others.
Canvas of life, teetered by the artist called time,
With its own palette of vibrant and dull colours.
Man never lives in today and never leaves his yesterday,
goes down to slumber expecting a brighter ray of light tomorrow.
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Author:
versifier (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written by me on the eve of new year-2011! Do share your views about the poem!
- Category: Special occasion
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Very special, I feel it embraces the idea of our existence through time; as our experiences and feelings dwell to complete it.
Very beautiful and unique.
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D.
thank you!
The image is delightfully fitting, beautiful reminder of time...the poem flows nicely, an excellent description of time, in all your similes/symbolism. Your last two lines were so very perfect....excellent!!! Only thing.....it is missing the undeniable hand of God, Who more honestly seems the artist working on the canvas(which was an excellent depiction of our lives!). Delightful...I quite enjoyed the images you used to describe time and our perspectives and lives.
thank you so much!:)
"Man never lives in today and never leaves his yesterday"
Epic line!!!
thank you!!
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