This is how we are borne in the flight of time in our lives.


Life Cycle

I nibble at the darkened nut of evening,
chew the chewing gum of dusk.
Loading my eyes with the brightness of the afternoon,
I step into the world of light
and take a stroll with the sunshine;
reach the furthest fringe of the wind and return.
At night I pull over me the quilt of darkness.
Putting out eyes along the length of the night
and bolt securely the door of sleep.
I relish the chocolate of morning.
In the curved path of life,
a mound of deeds is made.
I move the tongue of wisdom.
In search of truth,
I savor the taste of every moment.
And as a penny or two,
I keep on using,
keep on spending,
myself.





Poetry by Mukul Dahal
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 13:25

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Nagamuthu Osho
Respected Poet,

Beautiful verse, which is so solace and fortune with tunes of words...
Nice piece of melody...
God Bless you and your poetry journey,

Thanking you,

Yours truly,
N.K.OSHO
2006-10-27