My Moments
In the icy clasp of winter's reign, As rain falls upon lonely lanes, O midnight, a solemn companion dear, Witness to my moments, crystal clear. Have you glimpsed the moon, blurred in winter's chill, A purchase made on each night's sky's still? Have you slumbered on damp roads at midnight's hour, My bed, owned by me, in the pouring shower? There, across the road, a brave knight stands, India Gate, where tales and laughter expand, We share in its stories, its glories, its fate, United in tears shed beneath its weight. Have you peered through windows, carriages in motion, Rainy eve or train ride, stirring emotions? Fuzzy figures at play with a cycle's wheel, That is me—that is me, time not able to steal. Every moment fades, a moment's demise, Together, unformed, our greatest prize, Yet these (moments) are mine, mine alone, Immovable by passion's fire, frost's tone. No tears can stir, nor rain ever wash away, My moments are preserved, forever they will...