Time flows undercurrent
In quick succession of every event
In life—the past, the present, the future
Communion, indefinable rapture,
The flower is the present, its past, the bud,
With treasures moulded to cherish as cud.
Dreams for the future, the seed,
To glow in life to every one’s heed
Time is an eternal sojourn,
Of the bud-flower-seed traverse sans U-turn
The past and the future present
In the present as a ceaseless torrent,
The bud and the seed in the flower
Like cloud and the shower in the ocean-treasure
Truth of eternal life is beauty.
To offer the life of gaiety.
The superb spectrum of life, the flower,
With the bud and the seed to flow ever.
The flower is the present with treasures,
In bloom, knowing no measures.
Published: POETCRIT 37-2 JUL-DEC 2024
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