Washed Away

All the stains and the pains,

The names and what remains after the names;

All the scratches and the cuts,

The screaming arguments and ifs and buts;

All the dirty and the foul,

The worn out Tee, the used up plate and the bowl;

Even all the beauty and the charm,

The house, the hut, the pit and the farm;

And even the love and the scream,

The yester nightmare, the current flicker and the coming dream;

All gets washed by water, time and a hopeful mind.

(Photo courtesy - Krishanu http://krishanuphotography.wordpress.com )