THE VAGUE OF LIFE

The days are near but the hopes are far.
The time is come but the vision is bleak.
Hushed the wind blows,
grave the life becomes
rigid our purpose remains.

The birds in the sky;
Fly with their wings
A choir of singers
Sung sweet melodies
Like a host of angels

But unto no avail.....
The pleasures of life,
contradict the essence of it.

In the mystery of my imagination,
I see a perplexed future!
Between the planets I juxtapose.

The flowers in the garden;
With passion the stigmas blossoms with luxuriance,
but slowly their petals wither.....

So it was,
it is
and will be.....THE VAGUE OF LIFE!!!