Time flows
Like a perennial river
I keep swimming
Against the flow
No matter
How much I try
I remain
At one place
The present
There's no choice
But to swim
Against the flow.
There's no relief
Till death
That's when
The body and all
Its attributes
Float downstream
With time
Into the past
There's no trace
Whatsoever
Left in the water
Then.
Time
Friend or foe
No one knows
Keeps its flow
And moves on
On and on
And I
Relentlessly swim
To be here
As a stationary object
While I live
Now.
Time is in eternal flux and often we have to swim against the current that doesn't carry us forward. As a result, we are in a state of doldrum.... Finally when our limbs get tired, we sink down, leaving no trace.... Will our poems stay for some more time? A great write!
Paradox of the stillness of our present even when the time relentlessly keeps flowing ...... every moment is to fight against the flow to keep ourselves at bay......then one day we drown and nothing matters anymore....a simple yet complicted theme of every being....kudos
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem........