Akhand Singh

A carousel of memories twirls around,
Fading and embracing, in silence, they sound.
A glimpse of the future, a hold of the past,
Scars that have healed, shadows cast.

Echoes of heart’s scars, lingering still,
Is it a done deal? Or an ongoing thrill?
Carousel turns with each moment drawn,
Is it already gone? Or a precursor of a new dawn?

© Akhand Singh, 2024 © An Empty Glass, 2024