Poem: Grasp of Death – Who am I?

True meaning of ImpermanenceTime passes every momentLike electrons underlying currentYet we relish the beautiful sightIt is current, no child’s toy As a child, I enjoyed Ice cream.Now is the time to see big dreams.Everywhere I hear loud screams.Time up, you are on leave. The Twenty year old has turned forty.Waves pushing me gentlyAh! What a pleasant journey!Lo,... Continue Reading →

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