The earth moves, and here, too rises the sun
days turn, and they soon turn into a season-
from summer to monsoon, and from winter to spring
so also the life changes, and to a chronology it clings,
and from birth to death it plays myriad roles-
all through infancy, childhood, youth and old with one vivid soul.
© P. K. Panda, India.
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