**Times**

Those moments roll on
Leaving behind the miniature frames
Of the bygones
Dusted foot prints
Parroting baby cries
Matured walks of bruised feet
Whispered talks and voiced triumphs

They roll on

We crave for the lost
Still they roll on
On the very burials of hopes
Resting for peace

Emptiness is the key
For it is the rebirth
And the moments roll on
As if there is nothing to take forth
But why???