Time cherishes me with a bundle, <br />Of golden pearls in its immortal handle, <br />To hold a plenty of golden momments, <br />In my scarry palm's fragments, <br />When I await good pearls from Him, <br />To adorn my wounded heart's brim <br />With an ever roaring mind asking me, <br />Like the insatiable waves of the sea; <br />Hundreds of questions in violence <br />How can you praise life's elegance, <br />As long as you live here like a man <br />With flesh, blood and breath, <br />Unsure by the normal span, <br />And unaware of the bell of death? ? ? ?<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/again-in-life/
