ANOTHER YEAR GONE BY

                                                                By: Vishwapriya Iyer

Such as the falling of leaves, so is the passing of men

Such as the stirring of trees, so is the breathing of men

Winds move the sighing of myriads,

 loose In the rhythm of dying,

Ready to fall from the restless movement of being

Each generation cries with the coming of seasons

The old will remember the wind in the stillness of noon

And the infant will cry unheard in the tremulous silence

Such as the movement of stars so is the living of man

And as the living of man so is the weeping of years

We crush through the brown dead leaves uncaring

And thrill to the impotent

Such as the man so is the juggling leaf in the wind

Such as the foliage, so is the ephemeral flock of immortals

Only the winter is barren of fear of the wind

When the seasons have ended and men have forgotten the leaves.

Another year gone by !