Life is a wheel that spins at Time's command,
A merry ring by unseen forces bound.
Some soar with joy, soft reins within the hand,
While others cling in fear of falling downed.
It lifts us high, then brings us low once more,
Each soul in turn ascending toward the sun.
But when it halts, we exit as before—
Unknowing why the blissful ride is done.
We mount with dreams of peace and gentle ends,
Yet tempests strike, and shadows cloud the way.
Our moments lost, like whispers on the wind,
While hopes dissolve as sunlight fades to gray.
Yet courage is the bridle we must take—
To ride with grace, though all the earth may shake..
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June19,2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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