The Cycle Of Time

When I was a small child, The hands that fed me, Are now too weak and feeble To raise from the lunch box, Meals, just a spoonful! As I, her son, try to feed her, Coax her to gape open her mouth, And wait eagerly for her to do so… I keep wondering, How Time reverses the cycles of life! The hands that fed me once are now unable To hold anything in balance, as they tremble, And let go things, like those of a child. Time's crafty tricks are so surreptitious, as if Old age and infancy take turns in the blink of an eye! Rangpur 15 July 2021