creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Time

Everytime, her eyes stare me.
I think of a million ways,
to escape the touch of time.

I slip pass them somehow,
by looking at her lips shyly.
While she becomes a moment
handcuffed to my existence
and all unbirthed rhymes.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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