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Dec 2012
Both hands of clocks,
on each passing hour,
clap childishly,
at the hour precise,
thinking, enigmatic time
was caught,
and arrested for ever,
at long last.
                    But  in every chime
we really hear, the gleeful laughter
of elusive time.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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