Written by: Hardik Sharma Phuyal - 29047, Grade VII
Posted on: 04 July, 2023
In realms of dreams, where fantasies unfurl,
As I walk to the valleys of the mind of hers
to realms unknown,
On wings of time, my spirit starts to swirl,
A traveller, on a path all mine to own.
Through veils of ages, I traverse the tide,
Where past and future intertwine as one,
From ancient echoes, secrets are untied,
Time's tapestry, in my hands, is spun.
In swirling vortex, I take my flight,
Past the ruins of civilizations past,
Through corridors of time, in spectral light,
Witnessing histories that forever last.
I wander back to ancient golden days,
To walk among the pharaohs and their might,
To hear the echoes of long-forgotten praise,
And witness wonders that were once filled with delight.
Then onward, to the future's distant lands,
Where technology and progress reign supreme,
A glimpse of possibilities in human hands,
And the wonders that await, yet unseen.
But time, a fickle mistress, does not bend,
It ebbs and flows, a river unconfined,
With each moment, a story's beginning and end,
Forever elusive, impossible to bind.
