Past Tense Of Seasons: 04: – The Perfect Scale by Subhas Chandra Chakra

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Scales are dead
They seldom measure
the length of a road
travelled with passion,
the breadth of a heart
That beats on and on,
The height of a dream
cherished so long,
the depth of a desire
rooted miles or a furlong.

Time scales life
in frames-
past and future,
in names-
great and rare,
in pages-
written and read,
in phases-
golden and dead,
in zones-
gained and lost,
in forms-
worst and best.

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