Past The Action

By Harshita Y S

The passing of time is a flow of river;

Nature’s law it follows, a free firefly.

But the human acts of greed and cred,

To restrict the flow of river, a futile motion

Only to realize the waves of tremors;

When it’s past his reach, he’s desperate

To clutch at the claws of aggressive Nature

With a resignation in essence of action

For human is too smart for his own good.

The endless curiosity of adventure,

The bottomless hunger for authority,

And a foreseen remorse of late realization;

Only to be washed of, by the ocean waves of reasoning

Holding the passage of time is but an illusion.

By Harshita Y S