“Fragmented Thoughts (7)” – Nikitha Nair

An eternity waits for you.
An eternity waits for me.
It won’t be long before we meet
each other. River beds go dry.
River beds go dry,
sparrows swallow seeds,
the pots are broken,
and will never be filled.
But the eternity waits for us.
A second, an hour walks slow,
taunting me,
but holding,
holding a promise of tomorrow,
a promise of you.

Nikitha Nair

10 Comments

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Really glad you liked it dear πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Glad you liked it πŸ™‚ Thanks a lot for sharing πŸ™‚

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Thanks a lot for the reblog πŸ™‚ πŸ˜€
      Means a lot πŸ™‚

      1. Happy to share this, My Dear! 😘🌹

      2. Nayana Nair says:

        πŸ™‚ 🌹

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