Best Poem of C M Rice

Early Hour Memory
Holding us all from those young days,
Through early school and popular phase,
One only admits the fact, so subtle,
Staring down another empty bottle,

I hear the hand tick tock today,
Thinking to myself to get away,
Away from this, that is always here,
This clock it matches my dropping tear . . .
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Noticed it was so splendid from all,
Distracted, Inspired, worries let fall,
Stopped in my path, gazing eyes open wide,
Fixated in awe arms by one’s side,

Idea appears – shall I pluck to keep?
No need with its image soaking so deep,
Upon my mind – she glows, simply stays,
Never to be lost in a cloud . . .
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