poem Infinite. January 9, 2017January 9, 2017 Udhav RidiculouslyLongAndNotSoMeaningfulMiddleName Verma Dispelled among thoughts, like a needle in grass; Golden sands, silver shards, of my souls’ hourglass. Though my roaming vision, would soon be prohibited, For our infinite imagination, is infinitely limited. Infinite Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading...