Moment: A Poem

A writer picks up
From the flowing river of time,
A drop.
Analysing it cherishingly,
Transforms it into an eternity of thoughts.
Looks at the whole world through
That drop – the world looks different.
That same drop, we gulp down ignorantly,
Every moment of our lives.

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