Milk and honey in your eyes, a sly thief of time –
the shadows of truth dancing on white space of time.
I wonder how faith resurrects after all’s lost.
No treasure is intact in changing shapes of time.
I, too, get deceived by this distance between us.
Even when we’re sharing the same assassin of time.
World will always find reasons to destroy our hope,
Let’s pray, wish them well, including this ruin of time.
God is all love, no fear, we are taught to believe
Ask Him to lead, Rachna, you’re running out of time.
Inspired by Rowan’s post on Ghazal