Why a Setting Sun Upsets

I wonder why a setting sun upsets, Departing, a fellow passenger, A belated monsoon when hesitates, Why good fragrance fades like a stranger. But then, the sun at dusk is ought to set, Travellers board only in time to part, Some monsoons made are not to be so wet, And every fragrance’s born to fade apart. Only, when and how seldom is so clear, Life's always born to die old in disease, As dance of life at journey's break must cease, It’s time of death that’s fraught with mortal fear. But man cannot soothe rough edges of strife, Whilst sorrow joyous tails of life follows, And happiness when comes trailing sorrows, Nor he hoists height of joys, nor makes them rife! If honour should herald distant disgrace, If pain and pleasure’s bound to alternate, If youth should one day wear a wrinkled face, One’s wealth were to open poverty's gate, If every breath breathed out be dying breath, Why not say good-bye to the last as Death? _____________________________________ Man is aware of the realities of life and still not quite. And this truth comes to light when death arrives knocking, arrives when failure, comes when pain. Reflections | 01.02.08 | 08.06.2020