There never was a sense of guilt about frittering away time
Taking up the cause of some impulsive decisions
It is unimaginable to distress the recess with unpromising thoughts
If the eyes could only travel well past this time into the future
A soul feels, the trepidations of a future ruined
It will be delusional to not heed the warnings of the senses
Still carrying the child of a soul- an undeniable truth
Sooner, the arrival of a barren reality, of whose seeds have been sown
Time split by the dilemma finally coalesce to create a perilous moment
~Amitav
Wonderfully penned
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