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on the sands of time

By neha bhat

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We left behind many imprints On the sands of time. Now, Time available, We went back to them. For the want, We just revisited them. And we found, That unable to cut ourselves From what went We need to come back Again And again. As It is here, On the sands of time That we find All those cherished, loved moments Of our lives. It’s here On the sands of time That people we lost On this journey Are found. It is here On the sands of time You feel And find the etched Portrait of Yourself. It is here On the sands of time You cry You laugh For what went right And for that what Went wrong. It is here Where you lose You win. You live. You exist. On the sands of time. Written January 12th, 2002 © on Jan 11 2002 07:06 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10

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