Fleeting Time!

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A poem about death, by Durgesh, that sees life in harsh reality, for Different Truths.

Fleeting time
digs grave
so .

From the spade of pendulum
which does sound
like tick-tock.

Sometimes we throw
the pebbles of delusion
into sediments of fate.

us speechless
at the final end.

When a fetus takes birth
from mother’s womb
by natal.

Its lip
is soft like
a rose petal.

a child comes out
from childish act.

Where he has some dreams
which he wishes
to turn into fact.

With each step
time throws
a dice of momentum.

Where our life does cross
jubilees of silver,
golden and platinum.

After completion of a wish,
our trends is to tilt
in the next increase.

in the of illusion
is a way to self-perish.

Our earthly future preserves
in the lap of

But the is that
we become
the predator of preserver.

Before taking the next breath
Let’s come out
from the mental crease.

Be calm towards the Holy Nature
where one day you shall have to
sleep forever with ease.

©Durgesh Verma

Photo sourced by the authour and from the .

Durgesh Verma is working with the NGO, ‘Sparsh…Touching Lives’, at Varanasi, as a president. This year, he has participated in national workshops on ‘Role of Higher Education in the Development of Social Innovation & Entrepreneurship in India’ in Institute of Management Studies & ‘Development Dialogue 2016’ in Swatantrata Bhawan Auditorium, B.H.U., Varanasi. His compositions are published in the USA, Canada and Australia.