Span

a poem by Ramesh Chandra Sharma

Beautiful span of year
Memories of success
And feel of failure
Sometimes afraid
Sometimes dare
You are going with pace
Its the dying moment
For you and
Jewels for me
Silver, gold
Diamond and dust
All in my box
In time to come
I will touch
And feel with heart
All precious moment
Wrapped in dust and destiny
Savings of life