Be whosoever and howsoever great, at last
Everyone is reduced to a garlanded portrait!
Time converts eventful moments into memoirs
The whole life becomes a cluster of memories!
Time’ makes longer strides, but every moment
Brings a secret, not revealing what follows next!
The mind, of course, ignorant of these truths,
Breeds bands of brilliant ambitions!
Life albeit unperceivable short and uncertain,
How strongly man embalms a wide range of passions!
Struggles to draw a colourful sketch of his self,
Nay, show the world something novel of his vision!
The immortal soul, once the life ceases,
Discards the body and evaporates into the infinite!
The mortal remains are then returned to Nature, alas!
Leaving no trace, whether, ever did it exist!
Time still goes on, is not man like the wave
Lapping on the shore and returning to the sea?