Author Bhartrihari Those that brought us up are long departed; Those that grew old along with us are no more than a memory. We that remain are threatened at every moment by the same fate, Broken like the trees on a sand-bank. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments