Learned say time has three sects,
I say it has four Impacts.
Past has gone, present restless,
Future to come but fourth boundless.
All three else-made but 4th own
creation,
Yeah, Heart seeks not other's
inspiration.
What it assesses may b wrong,
But seems endless and sweet song.
Clings dear-ones so hardly,
As gravitation does earth inwardly.
But sometimes situations turn out
such,
Like Bermuda Triangle's massive
punch.
Ships of heart disappear n wreck,
Where no hope of come-back.
J S Shankar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-go-go-go-never-come-back-for-bermuda-triangle-s-sake/
