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Ashwathi Iyer Poem
Transience
I woke up one day,
From deep, sweet slumber,
A long day's stay,
The oblivion of slumber...
My world was beautiful,
Tall trees, green leaves,
Never would I grieve,
My world was beautiful..
The flowers bloomed,
In the youthful spring,
Young brids took wing,
Over my head, they loomed.
Soon, it all disappeared,
Into the thin, unseen air,
Would it ever reappear,
From the unreal air?
I sat all alone,
In a dark, dark world,
The beauty, all had gone,
From my beautiful world..
I sobbed, I cried,
For the world I once knew;
But as each day died,
I knew I'd be gone too..
Copyright © Ashwathi Iyer | Year Posted 2006
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