Time Sense Poem by Sudhanshu Shekhar

Time Sense

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Sun towards an angle of geometry,
Today is the rule of history,
There is no string in guitar,
Glucose, sucrose sure the race,
Tide does not wait,
Is it my venue?
Is it that place where birds are colored?
Is it that place where flowers are colored?
It's a good place,
Never think slowly,
A magic or miracle,
We don't know,
Creation of god is love,
Alas! What the trouble.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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