as the fingers
letting the sand
grains to slip
through the gaps
as the pot
letting the water
to drip through
the tiny crack
life emptying me
every moment
Sarala
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Beautiful deep write. Life is getting empty at every moment. Rather a great philosophical write . Short but sounds much.Thanks for share.