Transition Poem by Prafulla Kumar Panda

Time does 've no prior mentions
about the ongoing transitions
but it leaves us to ponder sure
when seconds run and turn into hours

as and when a day grows into night
and the sun sleeps but stars shine bright
when summer grows into rain, and rain into winter
and the earth dreams of spring amid snow splinters

unknown of fate, we grow into years more
and lose childhood stepping into youth's door
with change of physique, so restless we feel
and in beauty's arms, we wish our fate to seal

but our agility of youth vanishes so soon
as soon as senility grips us and in loneliness we swoon.

©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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