Stone of time

A bubble of sand…a plethora of sound…

a wave of raiders from the land of the lost dawn…

dusted robes , fastened belts , surging blades…

pharaohs on the altar with their never ending gaze…

the fates…the laughs…the cries and the lives

the passion…the sadness…the cheers and the times….

Some centuries pass…the ravines remain…

the sounds of now bury the echoes from past …

a little girl touches the beard of the stone…

nothing happens on surface…only the times inside churn …

an old wave of air tries to touch the ‘now’

there`s no time machine…no traveller of time

a wince and wonder loom over the face of the girl…

the stirred and touched air goes through in time…

a soul of past somewhere greets in smile…

the past feels now and now feels the past

the stone of the time stands amidst it all…

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