Our time is limited,
Our past can't be edited,
Our future isn't always
Wishfully scripted.

Figures in banks and
Figures in the mirror,
Represent nothing but
Impermanence, mere.

Niether saves us,
From an earthquake sudden-
All dreams and domes crash,
Beauties mutilate,
Money doesn't reach
Beneath the debris.

All great and small here-
Lie buried, breathless
Under one tremor,
So unexpected, so sheer.

Published by amita sanghavi

I teach, I write...

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