Never To An End Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

This uneven moment is staring at me

and what is about to pass is a lifetime's wish

Like my children's childhood

Short lived, like a flash, a bat of an eyelid

never to an end



Tomorrow will be the same, today different,

My yesterday is tearing me apart,

I will deal and un-deal into life's shortness

The futility of wishing, basking and trying

never to an end



One more home would be added,

may be one less, the journey must be

left with something or nothing on the road

That which could be one winding into mystery

we did not comprehend



No work done is completely complete

no work is for completion

some hopes must remain

some for mending, some just as it is

We are always in the middle, moving,

never to an end