Hands Of Oblivion Poem by Abhay Vignesh Liginlal

There are days when I sit and muse in darkness
Times when past scenes flash by,
Verse lives in memories to cherish and days to brood
And like waves which rise and fall
Clouds too pass to reveal suns glory,

There are days when a faint breeze gladdens my heart
Times when I think of my future
Verse is a frame in the album of time
And when age has taken its toll
Love and life become strings in the hands of oblivion