NOTHING TRULY LASTS~by Saroj K Padhi

 

 

NOTHING TRULY LASTS

Nothing truly does last
except a poor specter of things
dead in the past;
even now is lost to the next kin moment
in itself though it stays so live and potent,
today can’t stare beyond midnight
yesterdays are pushed out of sight;
childhood is lost under layers of dust
and stacks of memories that gather only rust;
adolescence slips thro’ fingers of fantasy
after few false promises of bodily ecstasy;
youth is gone with a light blow from time
after a brief encounter with desires sublime;
middle age clambers thro’ heaps of ambition
on every side, with little space for real fruition;
old age blankly stares at the rainbow sky
without enough stamina in the wings to fly;
but images of dolls, pencils and hearts broken
blurred though, despite tides of time, still hold on.

COPY RIGHT :@ SAROJ K. PADHI/01.12.16