A Cycle on the Go
Lo the darkness of night unwraps bright,
The climbing Sun scattering golden light;
Emerging twilight enwraps the Sun anon,
Stealthily to the dark, a cycle thus drawn.
Rose has blushed, the scent hangs in air,
The beauty has smiled, unsullied and fair,
Butterflies drifting around ah their delight
The waning spirit of youth, beckons blight.
Stars glitter in dark and the Moon in silver,
Spreading a cool sheen as shadows hover,
But they have an end too, painting the life,
The feast is done, open the doors of strife!
The life has its cycles true, behold its shades
Of infancy, youth and the old age till it fades,
Tracing its path back, wherefrom it had come,
Why notion of death? The cycle speaks dumb.
Oh breeze! If you drift by me, in a garden close,
The missive I entrust unto thee, of me and rose,
I hadn’t trusted the word of foe, bring me calm
In the flushed gardens of yore, comfy and warm.
By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, November 7, 2025
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