Monday, April 15, 2013

A ripple

The ripple, lost in a tide, brought by a moon, that set long ago.

The pebble, ground to dust by endless waves.

The waters, dissipated, replaced by others.

The remembrance, of a fading memory, all that remains.

1 comment:

Neeraj Jadaun said...

Amazing lines, aptly describes the feeling of old and lost generations and memories...