Nothing Is Permanent Here Poem by Indira Renganathan

A cycle of things I see
Like sun and moon come and go
Like seasons come and go
Like emotions come and go
Like birth and death come and go..

And when death comes and goes
A lived life goes away for ever
What's left to live and enjoy
When nothing is permanent here..

Now you say you love me
What shall I say...'joke'! !
Love too will be overruled by hate

Let me enjoy this hush inbetween
Before a sound overcomes it too

Nothing is permanent here..just

Shhhhh....