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As the grains of sand
In the Hourglass
Slowly trickled past
The Kaleidoscope there
Sat on the table smug
And pondered to itself
Weren't they all just the same
Not one different from the other
Unlike its very innate self
Who between us, it wondered
Could be the cause to that enigma
In which, each one of them behaved
Just the same, unable to ever solve
The conundrum in that very game
As simple as the question was
That how many different patterns
In total do you get to see
Till the last speck of sand grain
In the Hourglass exhausts
And not a single one of them
Tries to savour and live through
One glimpse at a time
As long as they last
PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter K.
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
10 comments:
They watch one another and wonder.
So much drama with the grains of sand.
Are we all not like those grains of sand? What a wonderful poem
Deepika Sharma
How many patterns do you get to see? The mystery of life itself! Wonderfully put!
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Beautiful. I could feel oneness in this poem, and how we fail to understand it in life.
How the sand in the hourglass can reflect our life! Lovely metaphor Ira.
Powerful commentary on rat races humans love to volunteer for.
Your metaphors are beautiful and poignant. The way you weave imagery is so soothing yet impactful.
And before we know what happened, grains of life slip away in silence.
Sand , the time and the link to our life and its unending demands. Beautiful poem.
Each one of them behaved, just the same.... Ah the rat race of the humans.
Beautiful once again Ellora
The kaleidoscope ahs given a different meaning to the hourglass. Wonderful.
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