Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 6, 2014

The Dark Traces..~by Akshaya Kumar Das



The Dark Traces..

the pulse halts for a moment,
but time does not stop a second,
it keeps its pilgrimage on,
a passion of soul keeps racing,
walking step after step,
that started long long ago,
pilgrim in the monastery of life,
keep the lamps burning,
pouring oil into the lamp of life,
the wick flickering with every breathe,
the fire burns passionately,
the well of life is the source
of the thread of life,
the wick bearing the
strength of the threads to burn.l
the end points of the wicks lie burnt,
the dark traces symbolic of its face..
left behind with the memoirs of the trail..
(c)Copyright Akshaya Kumar Das 6/12/2014 7:25 p.m.,

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