MUSINGS

Musings like the tides

Rush to the fore

Touch the shore

Leave marks in strides

They arise to disappear

Soon in a fraction

Maybe its mission

Away from the capture

They touch the screen

For a gentle touch

Not to be in couch

To relax, no such keen

Not a flower in bower

In life ephemeral,

Not a man mortal

Not a bubble in a river

Like the shrewd hunter

Readily to catch,

Players in match

Their team to be winner

The poet must be alert

To paint musings

To shape inklings,

Never to let them avert

Once he is the victor

Those shine bright

In immortal might

In sketching on paper

It is the unseen clash

Of all transience

For permanence

In pages ever to flash

Published

METVERSE MUSE

Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)