Sunday, April 15, 2012

MY SMALL BIT

My small bit of an early aquaintance with my alphabets,
Made the words crumble into sentences,
And speechless I become when it flowed into the abyss,
Whose silence was hammering to its beats, palpitating.

My fearlessness is not his understanding but my silence,
My hairs are not greyed out and I feel the freshness of juvenility,
TIME has disintegrated us ALL,
Otherwise ALL OURS was a merger into ONE.

Sometimes I shudder at thy purity,
And I don't want to talk to thee,
Sometimes I get bereft of thy brightness,
Whose glow circumference the ALL.

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