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The Hourglass

Dynamic Hourglass show some mercy
Ask the sand of seconds, minutes and hours to fall a bit slow.
From dawn to dusk,
From morning till evening a mom is venturing to weave a few more memories with boundless yarn of love she has exclusively for crystal of her heart.
Heartless Sandglass see sand of time is still slipping down.
 A Helpless father yearns to lock and seal last few glitters of the precious gem of his make .
Stubborn Hourglass the ultimate hour for which they had constantly prayed has come so close that its proximity has filled their heart with a strange scare.
Unfathomable Sandglass the fact that you are relentless, and that it's beyond human hand to make dial of your speed budge even for an inch has failed to impress the gardener whose plant is going to be planted soon in a place far from his care.
Race against time only time can win.
Oh! Mighty Hourglass though you can't stop,
Oh! Swift Sandglass though your sand of time has to by and by sway, yet
Just give an assurance whatever may be the time it will always be in favour and would never let frustration, failure and fatigue come near the precious crystal, gem the cherished sapling.







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  1. UnknownApril 15, 2022 at 5:27 AM

    बहुत खूब मैडम, यूं ही ये समय बीत रहा है की एक पलक झपकी हो जैसे

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  2. Rubal ❤️April 15, 2022 at 6:08 AM

    Wow mam amazing.. so deep, meaningful, and true. Every parent asks for a little more time to nourish their child, who is a little kid for them forever. ✨

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  3. Reena NagpalApril 15, 2022 at 7:03 AM

    Beautifully penned down...
    Really it's the most difficult time for parents to send their children away, far away from their eyes.

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  4. Nidhi mehtaApril 15, 2022 at 9:39 AM

    Beautifully written mam...

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  5. Mohini ChawlaApril 15, 2022 at 5:52 PM

    Very nice

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  6. UnknownApril 15, 2022 at 8:18 PM

    Beautifully penned down emotions of a mother at a juncture when a child is ready to explore the horizon !

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