Life Cartwheels Through Time Poem by Santosh Bakaya

An amazing conjunction multi -hued

Long years back Dickens said,
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times".
But our ears still resound with cacophonous rhymes.
The big birds overhead shriek, brutality and belligerence peak
The strife of the poor, the decadence of the indifferent rich
Jangling discords
An amazing conjunction multi -hued
Imbued with frustration, indignation, road rage
Wisdom and folly despair and hope
Ah it is still the worst of times.

Sunshine follows snow and a warm anchorage
In mother's lap.
A smile lurks somewhere in the depths of her blue eyes
Ringed with black circles.
What a snug feeling, even though the world is reeling.

In the sublime absurdity of this worst- best times, let us bask
Dress up in jester's clothes, and dance away, unmasked.
Life goes on, nothing lasts, bouquets follow blasts.
Life cartwheels through time, sometimes humming a juvenile rhyme
At times resurrecting an ancient chime
Of the worst - best clime.
So let us make the best of this bad bargain
Maybe pleasure will someday follow pain?