Time flows
Like a perennial river
I keep swimming
Against the flow
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Time is in eternal flux and often we have to swim against the current that doesn't carry us forward. As a result, we are in a state of doldrum.... Finally when our limbs get tired, we sink down, leaving no trace.... Will our poems stay for some more time? A great write!
Paradox of the stillness of our present even when the time relentlessly keeps flowing ...... every moment is to fight against the flow to keep ourselves at bay......then one day we drown and nothing matters anymore....a simple yet complicted theme of every being....kudos
A great poem........