Through Seasons
Is not life a mystery too deep to fathom
and is not man, a part of the cosmic soul?
passing through stages four,
human life completes its cyclic scroll
starting with innocent childhood, in time,
our life passes through youth and middle age
and ends up in crippling old age,
precisely as the seasons envisage!
each stage has its thrills and fills
marked by distinct traits and quirk.
if childhood is an age of play,
youth, a transition from play to work.
middle age- a time when passions are tempered
and old age, time for a shift from work to rest.
thus life in time sprouts, blooms, fades and ebbs away,
as plants through the four seasons manifest!
each stage is a link in the long chain of life
and birth and death, just doorways in and out
life after completing its earthly round,
shall enter a world beyond the reach of thought.
can we still say life is an empty dream?
sure, we wake to sleep and sleep to wake
and the cycle goes on and on, relentless
just as the seasons repeat without mistake!
July.9.2022
Time between the Seasons Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Kim Rodrigues
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