A Coffin and a Cradle!

 

 

This is a wee bit late to post this, but not too late. May all the visitors have a healthy, peaceful Year ahead.

 

December, last, not the least

has its fine day thirty-first

for the great architect Time

that builds two things very vital.

 

While He builds a cradle lovely

for his babe, two O’ two one,

he had to make a coffin

 for his family oldie, twenty-twenty.

 

What a paradox as it is the law,

which He follows with flaws, naught.

Birth and death border the life,

and the demise goes never undone.

 

Even a person, highly practised

however deep his deftness is,

cannot supplement substitutes

for the processes, natal and fatal.

 

 Mother Earth and her offspring

abide by the decree, Nature designs.

 Let us hope that our newborn Year,

will drive off the viruses of our minds.

 

May experience, all of us, a prolific year,

a year, dissolving the qualms in glees 

and let us all be free of the stress

and sense a weight off our head.