29 november 2018
Unconclusive
O stark avenger,
Time.
I will come on your lapses,
when every moment,
tells a lie.
Was it wrong time?
To ask the poem go,
binary?
on a fringe thought?
Has the angst a right,
to explore the fast moving
mind, to experiment
with the answer?
We are on the crossroads,
to know ourselves,
driven by the fragrance,
man-made.
The words are only transient!
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