Time

Time has stretched itself.
Months and years,
hours and minutes,
all have become alike.
They all pass by.

No gain no sorrow
seperates
yesterday from tomorrow.

Only time is there.
Time,
slowly rushing towards its end.

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Author: Aaditya Balouria

I'm like any other internet induced Indian intellectual. One from the league of all those blabbering bibliophiles, cynical cinéphiles and the rest.

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