Beyond it!A Poem by Sagar WaingankarSearch for lost keys continue, Till it turns dark, Words which are untrue, Will never sound smart. Growling sound from inside, Is bound to last long, It's a spoof for humans, When they strive for things hard. Past remains a dreaded sea, Present is like a green tree, Future is what we would like to see, Or what we force ourselves to be. It's not easy to pass through dead end, Where cradle likes to stay for long, It all starts turning blurry, As rays of light start splitting their ends. It's too quick and fast for us, You can't see anything clearly, Our retina can't match it's pace, This is what we call, speed of light. It do sound like a fictional art, But it's not the same for me, It's a fact that makes me worry, There's much more to explore, Beyond what we see! © 2012 Sagar WaingankarFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSagar WaingankarMumbai, Maharashtra, IndiaAboutSagar S. Waingankar (1989) Rather a simple human-being. Suspicious about different behaviors around and questions that make me high from childhood, now illustrating them through poems. I write, whe.. more..Writing
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