Pratibha Varma
Photograph by: Dave Poore
Let's move on to another box
Let's pack the dust and rain
Let's board the Time Machine
And depart once again.
Let’s promise we’ll not look back
Or climb down the restless wheel
I know the bags are empty
And we have lost the deal.
Let’s lodge our feet firm
And learn while we travel
The art of beating dead a streak
And bring alive a full circle.
Let’s burn the lurid base
And climb up to a sober top
Let’s strive to relocate
The Climax of Paradise Lost!
Let’s rest for one last time
Our intent to forgive
The shadow of the devil
But to never let it live.
Let's pledge as we start
To not stay any longer
Else we'll be trapped
In the crazy circus forever.
Let's hold our hands
While we find a spread of stars
Right under our feet
In fresh ambitious flowers.
Let's dream of sunshine
Pink In its prenatal,
To welcome us as we arrive
To make our dawns special!
Let's show the World
The handful that we brought
A journey of lifetime
On the hands of
A vintage clock.
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Poet Pratibha Varma
lives in Dibrugarh,
Assam
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