Mischievous time and its half-truths

In the corridor of past

Now beats a flower fallen long back💓

Its condensed misty drops

Are dropping as chilled tears

Dissolving heavy heart & its unsolved puzzles.

In one of those lonely steps of mind’s pond

I am standing alone on the dead bank of memories.

Yes, now I realize the flower tenderness of relations

And diamond-intense bonds with chains.

Now I am worried about the infinite distance –

Covered till now.

Why was I late to realize it;

Games played by mischievous time –

And the half-truths still it holds??

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