Goutam Dutta

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Sands of Time

Grains of time in a jar Each one etched with a memory, Precious moments of mine. When it is therefore time to go How can I leave them behind? Away I wish to carry my moments On the eternal journey of mine!   Stop there will you please mere mortal? No one has ever Been … Continue reading Sands of Time