Bane of Time

Yukti Khera

It’s dark even when the sun is bright
It’s grey even when the skies are clear
Its deep waters when there is just a puddle
And even though it seems calm, there is a cyclone to bear

A disaster to undo
A bad luck to take back
A burden to unbear
A flesh to decay

Desires forgotten
Needs ignored
Wants given up
Peace far away

Things felt
Unexplained and unheard
Things fallen
With no wait and trust

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