A Stolen MomentA Poem by Kajal Gulabani
Is it the gush of gale
Blowing away the sands of love? Is it the rage of whale Devouring the heavenly hub? Their numb hearts no more tickle, Their pale veins gather no life, Cloud of sorrow hover in the middle, Shunned are the hours of mushy flight. Is it a tear for the withered shade? Is it the need of a stolen moment? Moment: where sculpture of love is re- made. Where message for life is re- sent. © 2013 Kajal GulabaniReviews
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