Impermanence Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

No seed that's on the earth ground
It's tree now, offering the shadow
And life of sound

No green leaves there are
It's yellow to withered
And blow away far

My forefathers, many of them
Now hanging on the photo frame
One day I'll be same

Dawn sun comes and goes daily
Dusk to dark night in same way
time never comes as rotatory

Scorching summer merges into soaked monsoon
Rainy drops in the autumnal wind and wintry frost
No season is stable though spring in lovely tone

Winter dew on the glossy green leaves
Shining rising sun evaporates minutely
Some are anytime rest in peace

Snowflakes cover the red rose petals
Floating wall of fogs suits ghostly vision
Out of time all are in ancestor's trails

Forever, the word is not forever
Like the time of summer to winter
And spring in impermanent gyre

© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
January 25,2023