Contemporary Literary Review India | eISSN 2394-6075 | Vol 2 No 1: CLRI February 2015

Rimni Chakravarty

Fleeting like the weather are the seasons of the year,

A saga of variegated moods; of man and his outlooks ─

Turn cold and somber when arrives the chill winter

Dark nights cause fear and death seems near

With prolonged agony and frustration man passes his days in hibernation.

Everywhere blue, days pass, nights pass too ─

Slowly warm winds blow and ice melts, rivers flow

In rhythmic strains; the stars smile above heavens;

Cuckoos sing to blow the clarion call of spring.

Spring is in the air, flowers bloom everywhere

The time for sporting, the time for mating;

Whistling all the while, man twinkles seeing his Rose smile,

It’s the moment for celebration with new dreams and aspirations.

Bubbling with vigor man sets to reach afar when arrives summer,

Nights shorten, days go long, and man sings a joyful song:

The fragrance of the blossoms turns life awesome,

And the pitter-patter of rains up the sky inspire man zoom high,

Up on cloud nine! Life is indeed fine.

The setting of the sun on the western horizon

Marks the arrival of another dusk and a dawn,

Enters autumn the season of ripe and juicy fruits,

What about the aching trees with firm roots?

The sight lures and man matures

Profiting all the day, the sun shines and man makes hay.

And now approaches winter, the call for man to cross the bar;

Like the spinning wheel, the seasons keep changing

These changes develop a strange feeling about this transience life!

I can’t help but question myself as to why in dictionary exists the term strife;

Why than so much of stress and strain? When sands in vain.