Somewhere in this planet now,
a new born is taking its first breath;
and an old one is exhaling for the last time.
In between these two breaths,
In between one's birth and death,
all the good, the bad and the ugly things happen.
We realize later the bad things were not that ‘bad’ after all,
and so called ‘good things’ were somewhat exaggerated.
We try to remember only the good times,
and wish to cherish them all to feel fine.
But we end up never forgetting the bad ones,
as they had left deeper scars than the good ones.
One writes a nice and long memoir
and strives to leave a good ‘legacy’,
knowing that they all fade away later.
Epic memories of even the greatest of heros
last only for certain generations.
The teachings of masters get corrupted
after years of wrong interpretations.
Some precious scriptures are lost for ever.
Even the survived ones last only some centuries.
For the planet, these are routine drills,
and she spins on with a melancholic smile.
If we listen gently, we can hear in silence,
the feeble sounds of her spin with a grin.
photo: 'waterfront' / texas /summer2009©sebastian
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