Cycles Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Day passes to night, night, to bright day,
Spring, to dull autumn, to spring autumn gives way;
Death follows life, while life, perchance death,
Struggles to beat off, inscrutable world's neath;
For, all, everywhere, move in little cycles,
Cycles 'neath cycles, in cosmic giant clock
And old breeds new, new recycles to old,
Swings nature's soul, incessantly back and forth.

Are these cosmic games, what the nature plays in cycles,
Or little crafty tricks in the giant cosmic process
Of cycles winding cycles to higher energy levels
To navigate the cosmos to its ultimate recess?
In cycles 'neath cycles, how they come to cosmic dictated stop?
How they all come to terms with the final hop
To the inscrutable and subtle divine cosmic will,
Where all move in cohesion in uncanny cosmic drill?

Where this procession moves, none therein know,
Where this train crawls, no clues anywhere show;
Who set the cosmic will, who set the cosmic drill,
What soul oversees all, who set the ball to roll,
What cosmic mind behind, for what that ultimate end,
Cycles 'neath cycles revolve in larger rounds
And a giant cosmic journey all these so compound,
Knows, only the ring-master, who lives above all bounds.

Ceaseless the journey proceeds, to reach the inscrutable goal
In unending vacuum space, where no time or space exist,
Where no direction-signs exist, all is all and whole there,
No right or wrong has a place, no motion ever count,
A motionless sojourn in gradient infinite space
Embraces all processes in evolution's eerie race
Where the present bearing the future, evolves to newer spheres
And leads the cosmos ever nearer to the divine master.