PROCESSION OF LIFE

 

As festal or as sullen funeral,

In highways of life, times innumerable,

The procession moves as per directions,

Of God, who ne'er barks instructions.

Rhythm of march got drowned in the din,

Of loser's groan and winner's grin,

Some march on against the grain,

In the untrodden path undeterred by rains.

Some pied pipers lead rat race to doom,

Few cheerleaders lift us from gloom,

A procession without destination,

In between all meet their culmination.

Moments on mountain tops of mirth,

Spending at warmth of love's hearth,

Moments in deep valley of despair,

As procession moves on life's thoroughfare.

© K. Radhakrishnan