Pitty patter, the footsteps completing,
Pitty patter, a pathway to life receding.
Growing weary of effort to smile, to please,
No, no more – ask me not to say cheese!
Not afraid of the passage of time but of age,
Upon us all, yet ponder death for it is a haze.
Having faith in the promise of Afterlife reposes,
Though a constant reminder must come in doses.
The world goes around spinning like clockwork through space,
Throwing us off one by one as we reach the grand finale apace.
The universe broad in design profound in distance and time,
To a human mind limited in scope and era, devoid of shine.
Step daintily on tippy toes for what you build will be left behind one and all,
As for surely the time will come for each of us, one by one to take the fall.
The colourful acts left behind, unintelligible,
Yet the value is in the deeds, intangible.
Avoid not the inevitable fall, as we leave port,
It is the posture of departure that is of import.
M Mahmud
29-10-2017
New Delhi
Growing weary of effort to smile, to please,
No, no more – ask me not to say cheese!
Not afraid of the passage of time but of age,
Upon us all, yet ponder death for it is a haze.
Having faith in the promise of Afterlife reposes,
Though a constant reminder must come in doses.
The world goes around spinning like clockwork through space,
Throwing us off one by one as we reach the grand finale apace.
The universe broad in design profound in distance and time,
To a human mind limited in scope and era, devoid of shine.
Step daintily on tippy toes for what you build will be left behind one and all,
As for surely the time will come for each of us, one by one to take the fall.
The colourful acts left behind, unintelligible,
Yet the value is in the deeds, intangible.
Avoid not the inevitable fall, as we leave port,
It is the posture of departure that is of import.
M Mahmud
29-10-2017
New Delhi
