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Journey Of Time…

We live on this land,
With fate placed in our hands.
The time is moving so fast,
Leaving our turbulent past.
Walking on this earth,
The time washes all the footprints.
We cannot stop walking,
Leaving the trail of these footprints.
Everyday passes by with our routines,
Just staring from a distance with no means.
Helpless so we are just living there…
Waiting for the prayers to be heard and,
Finally the day when this patience will pay…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag