I woke up in the middle of Time And time was as if no time ever had been It is meant to follow a rigid pattern But then the persistence of memory told Time as we know is no longer time it is History has told us time's ephemerality Memory as such has it's own limits Time given all the importance and the blame there in Deeds done by men consigned to history's dustbin. Welcome to the day 4 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. In today's #poemtime, write a poem titled #betweenmemoryandhistory #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
