Dangling flight
With wings tied onto its toes
As if chased by its foes
From dawn to dusk
Time rushes by.
The echelons of mind
Flash many a realms
In a single moment
Of endless thoughts.
One moment its a rogue
Baring and daring evil
Next second its a friend
Gentle , pure like an angel.
And my countenance blocked
In the web of endless thoughts.
Dangling between friends and foe
Disentangling and scuffling.
Trying to make peace
Within and without
Creating impression
On the sands of time.
Kiren Babal
9.3.2014
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