Unlikely time

Middle of the two of future and the past,
The present is walking
The present as riverbank touching its water quietly
Like fading into the past, shading after its touch...
The brightness of your voice cruelly infected
when shared with time.
Motherless future has come to meet me?
Drowning to the thoughts as deep as future
Singing like a shooting star for the future
But, nobody heard but the past
Is there an amusing part of this globally fine life?
Could you please take me out of faceless smiles?

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