Time cherishes me with a bundle,
Of golden pearls in its immortal handle,
To hold a plenty of golden momments,
In my scarry palm's fragments,
When I await good pearls from Him,
To adorn my wounded heart's brim
With an ever roaring mind asking me,
Like the insatiable waves of the sea;
Hundreds of questions in violence
How can you praise life's elegance,
As long as you live here like a man
With flesh, blood and breath,
Unsure by the normal span,
And unaware of the bell of death? ? ? ?
VIPINS PUTHOORAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-in-life/
