From purity of time arrives a baby.
Sprinkles a glow on every face,
Often crying and smiling with gums,
Slowly comes around creeping.

Days disappear behind veil of night.
Many stars retired hurt in collision.
Rest, rests in black holes of uncertainty,
witnessing tides of life ‘n death.

Gathering a lot of moss baby grows,
Years stole away chubby innocence
Heart, body, and mind filled by filth.
Thoughts brainstorm wrecking hearts.

Baby leaps into child hood fantasies.
Arrogant adolescence, to a youngster
Medieval middle age worn out in hurry
casting an evil eye, on surroundings.

Many creepers climb on your swing.
Swaying in moments of glow ‘n glee
Eating you away in bits and pieces,
parting quickly leaving you in midair.

Ending up in an old age home with a sigh,
Your silent cry suffocates tear-filled pillow
Winged on despair of dooming darkness,
Your filthy rag doll keeps you company.
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Satheesan Rangorath

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