Lekhny composition -02-Sep-2022
Continuity
THERE is in certain ancient things a trace Of some dim essence-more than form or weight; A tenuous aether, indeterminate, Yet linked with all the laws of time and space. A faint, veiled sign of continuities That outward eyes can never quite descry, Of locked dimensions harboring years gone by, And out of reach except for hidden keys.
It moves me most when slanting sunbeams glow On old farm buildings set against a hill, And paint with life the shapes which linger still From centuries less a dream than this we know. In that strange light I feel I am not far From the fixt mass whose sides the ages are.
Abhinav ji
06-Sep-2022 07:49 AM
Very nice
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Milind salve
05-Sep-2022 11:43 PM
Nice
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Saba Rahman
05-Sep-2022 07:13 PM
Nice
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