Poetry

The three around the fire sitting, 
Gossiping of Life and its doings, 
Reached a point thought provoking, 
Of their journey and life prevailing. [1]

CHILDHOOD: 
“Please do not leave me at this time, 
Youth, do take me in your prime, 
For I an entertainment will but be, 
With playful antics in life’s journey.” [2]

YOUTH: 
“No! You can not accompany me, 
As struggles exist in my journey, 
Your playfulantics will but not be, 
In my stride of any necessity.” [3]

When on Youth tiredness grows, 
Childhood memories do then glow, 
But Old Age with its aged face, 
Now stares at Youth in this race. [4]

OLDAGE
“Of no use it be to remember him, 
You move ahead now in this game, 
Childhood once gone never returns, 
Forget Childhood - Love me in turn. [5]

Struggling ahead as you had moved, 
Your tiredness now I shall remove, 
Come on my lap relaxingly do lie, 
And sleep with my pleasant lullabies.” [6]

Thinking of Childhood - its payful taps, 
The Youth now lies in Oldage’s lap, 
Who caressing with weak trembling hands, 
Sings cradle songs of eternal sleep grand. [7]
 (Eddies of Life) © Munindra Misra