Yet Unaware Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

One, two, three and four and five and more,
Springs swiftly passes like running tide on shore
Yet unaware...

And stealthy silent seconds steal sweetly
Boyhood and that college -'versity days healthy
Yet unaware...

When I look back in anger the pleasing past
My memory fails to note the moving time fast,
Yet unaware...

And in some strange nights of uncanny
When some strange notifications funny,
Mismatch with your llusory youth
Anguish only to shout...
Yet unaware...

Yet unaware then...
You have crossed the summit,
Now you are to fly for the ultimate exit
With your wrinkle physical mundane cover
Yet unaware, only time to test you with fatal fever.