Still Ancient Poem by V P Mahur

Man wishes to travel straight
But this is not his real fate
Life at turnings changes directions
Forces always to find a new gate

The unknown paths all dark
By a strange beckoning bark
Leads to the tempting future
In hope of a beautiful spark

What though, if we not know
How the life’s curvy show
Gives the ring master’s scold
And its painful, merciless blow

Even the mighty sun’s glow
Turns into the darkening hollow
And the starry dark night
Leads to a horrible shallow

The faiths change with time
All maturity turns to its prime
Awakening hidden barbarism
To excite the inhuman crime