Who remembers whom

When one goes beyond reach?

Day by day till memory is

Alive and kicking

One talks of the one gone

By an by a mere passing thought

Is all that remains

And later time casts its net

And time wipes away all the traces

Of the loved and the hated alike



No place to grieve

No room for guilt

It’s just the way

In this endless profession

And procession of life



25sep2010

12.27hrs

indira babbellapati

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