As you stroll through the ruins

You realize

That the poems have not aged at all

No wear and tear what so ever

You have fallen apart though

And pieces of you are walking through the poems

Looking at other pieces of yours


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About Gauri Dixit

A software professional from Pune, India, Gauri is an avid reader and writes English poetry. Her poems have been published in multiple anthologies including 'Cloudburst - the womanly deluge' and 'athe Virtual Reality'. Her poems were featured in the Poet's Corner for the E-zine 'Mind Creative' published from Syndey Australia and Learning and Creativity e magazine.

8 thoughts on “Ruins


    Beautifully penned.

    Monuments of marble standing in proud,
    Or the rock caves where mysteries shroud,
    They all have to crumble and mingle to dust,
    When hammers of time rain on their crust.

    The only thing that escapes the hammers of time is one’s creativity expressed through poetry.


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