Merry Go Round Poem by Ratnakar Rout

Who knows the longevity of the earth?
May be million of years have passed.
Million of years still to cover
Span of life on earth is like a tiny dot
As if a pebble on the shore of time.

One who starts from a point?
Unconsciously reaches to the
Same point again
Because the earth is round.
When looks back the time since long
He has covered
It seems as if he is not far off
From the point he has reached just now.

The past and present mingle
At a specific point
On the horizon of the mind.

A budding flower dreams of her own sky
Stars twinkle, sun rises
And beams of the moon thrill her
And emotionally sway her towards lofty hopes

Amidst many bemused onlookers
She whispers in the ear of none
At times the river misses the way
The sea remains far away
It follows a mirage
And at last meets an
End in the desert way.

The jubilant sea looses no time
To fall in love with some one
And desperately desires consummation.

The blossom in the long run
Embraces one and all
With intoxicating gale.
Every one volunteers to sink their boat
And drown for the moment emotionally.

The flower laughs heartily
And enjoys the sight of the
Aspirants queue.

Once again the flower puzzles
And commits the second error
Eschews the deserving
And prefers to the pretenders.

When time runs out of hand
The full-bloomed flower starts
Loving the petal one by one
And the bemoaned sun sets
At the western horizon.
And unconsciously reaches to the
Same point again.

Everybody deserts her
She then repents
And when in lonely silence
Goes back to the memory lane
Remembering the loved one.

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