1. My mind falters in the staircase of life.
Trembling hands tries to catch the balustrade.
But who can stop the slipping mind?
Life is a meandering stream.
She drowns many in her mazy motion.
Many a thoughts pouring
Goblets of venom into my mind.
2. An old oak sheds its leaves.
There sprouts out a lilly.
Here are the mellowings and incense bearing trees.
stages of life they say.
For the philosopher a drama,
an illusion for a hermit.
Thrill for the youth and for the
grey haired spiritualism.
3. In the ebb and flow of life
we are puppets.
Our intellect darkens with theories and principles,
which will be taken away-
an accident, a tsunami, or .....?
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