Life is snailing at times
Or is it fleeting to the edge?
I know for certain
Death will not wait
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But how can I seek eternity It is like reaching infinity. Time goes slowly like days. Time goes fast like years. That is the way of life. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Beautiful poem. Very true said, we can never know which direction it has to go, for every where there is sand dunes and desert. Thinking of past, it can be like one was travelling through greenary and wonderful journey, but present stood as a sand desert, with no choice left one starts crossing it, finally the future of death waiting us at the end of the desert. Destination is the same, even if we go snailing or fleeting.
The opening two lines are the two aspects of one's vision of time and life, reminding me of Beckett's line: How time flies when one has fun! ... ....and otherwise it stops, it gets stuck, though clocks do not obey our moods and emotions, they go their own ways... the marvelous line is: My teacher used to say 'Don't climb to the peak when snow is melting'....on the whole, it's a deep meaningful poem! ! !
Life, whether snailing or fleeting will in due course come to the edge....! It is an undisputed truth! .Beyond which the valley of nothingness spreads Unto times immortal..... This is a supposition.... In the place of this valley of nothingness, why can't we imagine an ever green valley where the stream of life gently flows, where the atmosphere is reverbrant with bird songs and where fragrant blooms sway in the breeze? This too may be a supposition.... But such an image rejuvenates us! Then the thunder like laughter will give way to the soft jingle of rhyming music. Somehow the poem has an easy flow and ornate diction!
Life at snail's pace or passing swiftly means the same..........the destination is fixed and at the end of maker's cordial passage the soul is grasped of God at life's final stage................Dineshji.......an excellent piece.........