Moments

that life would pass me by
and dreams were gone awry
and bitter moments crumble
that made my spirit stumble

that the moment of my birth
and the beauty of the earth
were a moment passing by
in the twinkling of an eye

that it all were but a dream
in the grand and wakeful scheme
that my hopes and dreams
and life’s extremes

that as I lay
in bed

were finished
and were dead

Author: Sunny Lal

Human Rights Activist Advocate of Truth Anarchist of the Earth