Time cherishes me with a bundle, br Of golden pearls in its immortal handle, br To hold a plenty of golden momments, br In my scarry palm's fragments, br When I await good pearls from Him, br To adorn my wounded heart's brim br With an ever roaring mind asking me, br Like the insatiable waves of the sea; br Hundreds of questions in violence br How can you praise life's elegance, br As long as you live here like a man br With flesh, blood and breath, br Unsure by the normal span, br And unaware of the bell of death? ? ? ?br br VIPINS PUTHOORANbr br