Time acts <br />in the orbit <br />of our mental landscape <br /> <br />lonely we watch <br />this world <br />which is more than books <br /> <br />Its pulsating rhythms <br />continue with the warmth of <br />real human touch <br /> <br />Time as an independent agent is possessed by minutes and hours <br />But we transform it into <br />Our collective dreams <br /> <br />and individual passions <br /> <br />- private and intense <br />unlike books<br /><br />Bhartendu Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/books-18/
