The clock ticks
Reminding of the movement
Set in motion
Under whose plan or will?
The rising Sun
Seen day after day
Eternal as though
A stark witness
To the movements herein
The rising waves,
Who impels them?
For whom do they rise and fall
Tirelessly
Sometimes graceful,
Other times not!
The hills, the lakes, the snow,
The meadows, the forests
Oh! So much … All in motion
How can life be finite?
When every aspect of it is infinite!
And Now, I hear the silence!
Between the two tick ….. tick!
Ah! The joy of Silence!
– Deepti Vishwanath