Time has gone like capsules in a sick person's medicine box
Day by bay, we get lesser
And least of our time
And gained so much space than we could ever imagine that we got lost in time.
I have always hoped
For days to come
If not now
If not where today we stand,
But oneday, somehow, somewhere far
Where the earth touches the sky
Where the sun kneels to kiss the sea
Where the highway meets
In horizon.
YOU ARE READING
Of Prose and Poetry
PoetryA collection of prose and poetry about compassion, life, love and loss. Feel free to find a piece of yourself with in my works. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment below. Thank you Highest attainment Rank 2 in poetry
