Vijay Joshi
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me
~ William Shakespeare
He never
watched the sunrise,
smelled the flowers, or
explored the world.
He never
smiled, talked, or loved anyone.
He was
unmarried, friendless, and a recluse.
He traveled from cradle to grave,
without leaving a trace.
I exited the world,
without ever existing.
a nameless lake
vanishes presently in parched
desert soil
footprints disappear
on a wet sandy beach
About the Author
Vijay Joshi has published three books of poetry. His poems have appeared in Chrysanthemum, Haibun Today, contemporary haibun online, Atlas Poetica, US worksheets, and Ribbons.