With My Thoughts Poem by Lalla KhanAmin

They used to come to me
So regularly.
So clearly.

Slowly, it became so apparent.
The battle of time Began.
They are still there.
The struggle continues.

At first they were with me every where I went.
Here there, all in different hues.
Assuredly, I kept busy
Mentally.

Every nail had a purpose. Every reason with a logic.
Now, days have become months, have become years.
I sit wrapped with my thoughts,
at times with tears.



New York April 21,2012