Little Do I...

Little do I move ahead…

                On the ways I had wished…

As the seasons blink…

                Little do I grow on the sands I stood…

Little do the clouds move in the sky…

                When the Sun ponders over its daily plan…

Little do I sing these days…

                The Songs of Summer and Spring…

The keys of my piano remain silent…

                So do I; Often the clock kicks me awake…

Little do I follow…

                The footsteps of Destiny and Time…

Keeping and Falling things in place…

                Little do I follow my life and its pace…!

 Time has its own magical pace that plays an instrumental role in human life. Be it pacifying some emotions or altering one’s plans.  Everyone keeps speeding up day in and day out to match the so called inimical pace by garnering land or paper rockets and balls (Read: Degrees & Currency Notes). Let me take some time out, take a pause for some unknown cause and let me be oblivion of any such apocryphal pace and see what was left and what more could suffice…!!!

Amit Purohit

The Lone Soldier

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