Tuesday, 10 June 2014


1902 wasn’t that far

I felt its pulse

Heard its voice

Saw the movement of history

As I touched my grandfather

Who was a 1902 born

And saw this vast land

Being pieced

And shackled with borders

Blood oozing out slowly

From Gandhi...


Now the olden times

Don’t vibrate with life

Memories are only memories

Posted for Grace's prompt @ d'Verse Poetics