A Fistful Of Stars, A Fistful Of Stars: The Golden Gate
...Permanence is myth, a shining mirage...
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem reminds us that our lives last for a mere speck of time.
The Golden Gate opens but once
The silver strands of wisdom rise
The copper bottom is cold as ice
Iron rots and withers away
This life is but for a speck of time
A millionth of a microsecond
Forty winks here do count not
For this blink of Eternal Time
Man is born in the womb of Time
So is woman and every child
Permanence is myth, a shining mirage
Transience only stays in this void
Like fleeting glances, floating bubbles
Flotsam jetsam, timeless driftwood
Painted faces on TV screens
Or hatred, born of foolishness
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H. Balakrishnan
283 Shaheed Nagar
Bhubaneswar 751007
INDIA
Tel.: +919338246725
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