The Vanishing Seasons

Unappeased, each season withdraws
To end and drag another season –
Acquainting my bygone years
With my present.

There is no still point in my life.
My goals flurry past me,
Dissolving my beliefs in a flash!
Unaccomplished, I dwindle.

From full Summer’s end to Spring,
Autumn, then – Winter,
My days shorten, my dusky dawns –
Digging into the sands of time, unabated.

Where, when, will my breath stop my step’s stride?
Even the partialities of my most powerful gods
Cannot make me learn that!
Unappeased, each season withdraws…


Geeta Chhabra

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