A Tale of Time

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A Tale of time

P K Routray

A bridge to cross

a vibrant river across,

had been built since ages,

its gracious service is hard to asses.

From passersby to poets

from ferocious animals to pets

to all it served till the time took its toll,

its strength and elegance, it stole.

It lay dilapidated and abandoned

till a dream a votary of nature envisioned

Built he a house over its safe span

to drink the scenic beauty as much as a man can.

But time sees an end to all

with its flow everything has to fall.

Old is replaced by new,

shocking, heart breaking but it is true.

With time house also lost the its strength and splendor

and has turned to a ghost house, at its ghastly sight even elders shiver.

Time! you are a thief to rob sweetness of all

But here at least write in History that this bridge had a glorious days to recall.

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Heavenly Abode

P Gaan

Resting on pillars across the river

the heavenly abode will collapse never.

The right kind to live amidst nature

though dilapidated is its feature.

Away from the madding crowd

din and bustle free to be proud.

The gurgling water flowing beneath

blue firmament above drifting clouds white.

Lovers tryst in serene seclusion

Never to be missed by anyone.

(N.B With reference to the picture above)