
Time fakes life
Adookorn Auaduma@auadumaadookorn150359
1 month ago
in the morning
time sprout green bud, fresh
and lush, with fingers of dewdrop
on freakish soil
at noon, spread soft flower
by the spur of sun ray,
desicate green leaf
at last, wither it off bough
return to dust
transfigure
from soft cocooned larva
to loitering caterpillar
tamper youth
with pangs of dotage
hurl age
to decayed cove
adult butterfly,
we wander distressed
terrain of glassy life
let us wail our derelict life
fog in cloudy
sky
of rainbow dust
spin it
on wheel of longsuffering
where the poor store their riches!




















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