We know not when what the times sing

-------------------- Not knowing what the times sing, we, Forest flames well before spring, we, Our joy of life nowhere in sight, At festive times fidgeting we. ------------------------ Life’s not just a stray piece of time Given to us, reason nor rhyme, It has a full spectrum of shades-- Far violets to infra reds, A journey and rare odyssey, Seldom do we live all alive, And set off nowhere to arrive, Live, but deep within all empty Amidst all our strident gaiety, To celebrate in a vacuum. We take part but stand all apart, Soul goes with us, nor ever heart. _____________________ Quatrain |21.07.2025| men, life, time Note: The four lines of this quatrain could well be the first two couplets of a ghazal. The following ten lines elaborate what the quatrain has to say.