Passing Time Poem by Jasjiv Singh

the passing time brings to me the feeling of loneliness
and remorse which to me was lost in the mess.
along with it portrays to me how the future is not
the beautiful way we thought it would be but forgot.
laying by the sides are the beggars, my wishes and desires
who with their arms out want just one little match for the fires.
the bridge breaking over the river of emotional bout
eyes open underwater watching as the bubbles of air run out.

the passing time heals the the wounds even before they hurt
and even before your name settles from my head down to the dirt.
it acts like the prophet who guides his people across
but it keeps moving ahead, you slip and fall, it's your loss.


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