We know not when what the times sing
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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.
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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.
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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.
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