It Is Singular And Unique Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I know not
Where it begins,
I know not
Where it ends,
I only know
It exists in all seasons....
Pleasant or unpleasant,
May be we can't find it always,
It never stops,
It always flourishes
In its own way
Both in light and darkness,
Everything will perish with the time,
But it will defy the ravages of time
With flying colours,
That's its greatness
And that's its glory,
It is singular and unique,
It is only answerable to itself,
That's the perfect way
I can define it.