Rake up the ash, of yesterdays
Sift through the trace, of human chase
What seems to be, the end always
Holds mirror to past’s, timeless face!
In the despair, of impermanence and loss
Is a fear beyond, our existence!
The substance, of our, inbred flaws
Summed-up in the, streaks, of senescence!
Of counting age, and time ever
And all that slipped, our feeble fists
The recalls, of vain endeavor
Are what we own, as pragmatists!
The price of birth, and subsistence
And then a death, to pay life’s cost
What’s life, but an endless dalliance?
With the ignorance – Nothing’s Ever Lost!
© 2017 Vikas Chandra