See the carafe its wares pour with a bow

Humility, humbly on display and how,

Hold the head high but know when to lie low

No arrow ever sped without a bending bow,

Light has no purpose without darkness

And, sanity without a modicum of madness,

There is room for all in this wide world

Look at happiness and then, look at sadness,

We long for things that aren’t around

Silence, when crazy is the sound,

Old friends and that lonesome road

When your billions you have finally found,

Seeking Eternity while life’s still there

Longer lives sought in daily prayer,

Forgetting to live the flowing “Sands”

Of Time, without a seeming visible care.

How little do we then of Life understand

As we delve into things that appear grand,

There’s an eternal beauty to that first blade of grass

When all  you had was nothing but, a tiny piece of barren land.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)