Transience

Do you cry
when daffodils die
and roses wilt
on the thorn
 
Ask you why
we live and die
perchance why you
were born
 
Or do you pass by
never asking why
from darkling dusk
to morn
 
Idle thoughts
and idle tears
both keep us lone
and lorn
 
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Naught makes sense
the fog is dense
and we reap
but rue
and scorn
 
Uncountable
have wept before
wondered thence
were gone
 
We are forsworn
reft forlorn
as night splinters
into dawn
 
Naught we know
of the universe
save that it just
goes on and on
 
Equally odd
there’s no sign of god
just concocted faith
to lean upon
 
So though roses bloom
O prepare for doom
Nature bids us all:
Begone!

 
© R.Kanth 2022

Professor Rajani Kanth, is Author of Coda (Novel) , A Day in the Life (Novel), and Expiations (Verse)