Wednesday, June 26, 2019

                                    I.F.C.H 
  When time --------
                                  Swapna Behera



      When time whispers
        the  bride smiles
          the newborn cries
             The marigold sings 
             the bangles tinkle

the alphabets dance
      When time talks
        the poet bleeds
         the  writer dissects
             the  boatman sails
               to a new horizon
         the  watchman whistles

  When time swings
         History twists
          You become me
            and  I become you
            We  become legends
              The tupsy-turvy starts 

  When time runs
        the tortoise wins
         the crow picks the straw
             to   drink water
            the kids sing Anthem
    The women weave cosmic rays

    When time hugs
    holding  baton of love
       hands join with gratitude
         lips sing chorus
         nature springs truth and
          time  becomes immortal-- --
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