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Apr 2013
Hands of every clock,
each passing hour
clap aloud thinking,
at long last,
the  enigma of  time is
caught and caged for ever.
But what one hears
in every chime is
the sardonic laughter of
elusive time.
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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