Eternity - The Other Name Of Life Poem by Gautam Sen

A rotating wheel, in my view,
resembles the life eternal;
time is chameleon's changing hue-
green of grass or silvery dew,
controlling leaves of life's journal-
heavenly once, then infernal.

Like an epic, it's classical
with infinite chapters on war
amongst some genius and few numbskulls,
roles that we play-petite or vital,
are to be well performed, not to scar.
Life is but a lively memoir.

Playing once all predestined roles,
time has to stop one's wheel to rest
tribulations end, freed out souls
for new performers to enroll.
Life streams on with many ebbs and crests,
warm smile keeps winning o'er all unrests.

Our Earth revolves as life reveals
an age-old flow of renewal;
it's somewhat dream full of ordeals
with efforts on for us to feel -
deeds we leave on earth is crucial,
not to be casual, not to take as a deal.