Why Time Is So Heartless..????

Just passed by a slum

An infant was crying

 over her mother’s dead body

My soul shivered

I felt I should return back

And shower the happiness

On that child

But I moved on…

Because I am helpless..

Because I am heartless..

So that people call me TIME.

~Jyoti Yadv

I Remember….

I remember

that cloudy afternoon

Of monsoon,

That window

Opens at lawn

Beautiful view it was,

Something more

Beautiful happened

That afternoon

My heart got caged

In that open lawn

Since I saw you

There for  very first time.

 

~Jyoti Yadav

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