The Times
There are times under the golden sun,
There are times in the rain,
The minstrels flow on, but are never gone;
And life goes on in it’s delicate sway…
Times have gone and times are near,
The woods are thick, and brimming,
Of wild imaginations, that knows no fear,
The times, They sure are changing…
There were times I spent under the sultry sun,
Which gave nothing more than blues,
Of wrongs done, and long shadows cast,
Tears flowed down silently,like the garden dew
Found myself, I have, definitely,
Regardless of any man’s point of view,
The days go on, tirelessly,
As I find myself out, anew
As time goes on, and never ends,
I don’t know when the end is coming,
When the minstrels stop, and the earth opens up,
But the times,
They sure are changing….
Suprateek Mitra
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Keep up the good work.