Cycle Poem by Mrudula Rani

Cycle



Time rolls as yarn on to spindle,
pleating weeks, months, and many a season
With slew of substance upon spool,
Weaves the loom of life a florid yarn.

As past piles up and future pares,
Next stop, only the heaven's door.
Paved a prized path for re-entries,
for karma, the valid auditor!

Monday, August 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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