In The Eddying Current

Time speeds away unmindful, Ages added on to aeons, Piling changes on change, it moves on, seldom posing lull and loll. With the current rushing swift and fleet we race past from old to new from times primeval to times neoteric watching the ceaseless chain of births and deaths tasting life's vicissitudes of joy and pain In the ever unwinding circuit of time How long is my sojourn here? 50 or 60,70 or 100 Does it count much Does it mean more than a mere dropp in the ocean? Like the bubbling foam or the dying froth constantly born and destroyed by the rising and receding tides We appear uninvited and depart unnoticed leaving no foot prints or monuments proclaiming, we ever existed. Between the rows of mighty forefathers who exited out And the countless progeny lining up I have squeezed a space To be a face in a faceless multitude. But in this eddying flux of life What am I…………? Just one of a milling crowd….. A mote in this cosmos grandiose!