When we’ve lived our lives to the fullest
We must thank those lucky stars
‘Cause it doesn’t get any fuller
With a few more pars (or years).

There’s a time for all things here
And, a destined place for them too,
This rather chaotic place called Earth
Becomes Heaven, when with life we’re through.

Fields dry out and flowers wither
Dust to dust returns, imperceptibly
For, there is no such thing called “Evergreen”
Except in our minds, wishfully.

There is no ever and there never will be
That mirage in the mind called, Eternity,
Lay this thought to rest, Ashok 
Do it now and finally.

Remove these veils and these blinkers
These lovely thoughts from your mind,
They’re no more real than the mist you can’t catch
Then, lose yourself happily in the daily grind. 

(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)