In the Eddying Current
Time speeds away unmindful,
Ages added on to aeons,
Piling changes on change,
it moves on,
seldom posing lull and loll.
With the current rushing swift and fleet
we race past from old to new
from times primeval to times neoteric
watching the ceaseless chain of births and deaths
tasting life's vicissitudes of joy and pain
In the ever unwinding circuit of time
How long is my sojourn here?
50 or 60,70 or 100
Does it count much
Does it mean more
than a mere dropp in the ocean?
Like the bubbling foam
or the dying froth
constantly born and destroyed
by the rising and receding tides
We appear uninvited
and depart unnoticed
leaving no foot prints
or monuments proclaiming, we ever existed.
Between the rows of mighty forefathers
who exited out
And the countless progeny
lining up
I have squeezed a space
To be a face
in a faceless multitude.
But in this eddying flux of life
What am I…………?
Just one of a milling crowd…..
A mote in this cosmos grandiose!
poem by Valsa George
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