Impermanence
No seed that’s on the earth ground
It’s tree now, offering the shadow
And life of sound
No green leaves there are
It’s yellow to withered
And blow away far
My forefathers, many of them
Now hanging on the photo frame
One day I’ll be the same
Dawn sun comes and goes daily
Dusk to a dark night in the same way
time never comes as rotatory
Scorching summer merges into a soaked monsoon
Rainy drops in the autumnal wind and wintry frost
No season is stable though spring in a lovely tone
Winter dew on the glossy green leaves
Shining rising sun evaporates minutely
Some are anytime rest in peace
Snowflakes cover the red rose petals
A floating wall of fog suits a ghostly vision
Out of time, all are in ancestor’s trails
Forever, the word is not forever
Like the time of summer to winter
And spring in the impermanent gyre
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
-January 25, 2023
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