It Is But Natural And Not Final Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It is but natural
Life is final
And we are blossoming
Like flower.

We have no other intention
But to smile
And that is ours.

And we are consuming
Our days like smoke
And withering ourselves
That is not to be revoke.

We have nothing to lose
We know and nothing is ours
And we know we are passing
Over the cloud over the sky
Over the wind above the earth
Above the chariot that is with us.

And it is the life
Within the boundary of yours
We are passing over
The winter and the spring
And we have checked the field
That make us mild.

It is but natural
This is not final
This life and this hive.