STAGES

A child
A Mischief and a chide
Inquisitive and bright
Conglomeration of bliss and ecstatic sight.

Now let's enter
Into life of a adult banter
Poignant and enchanter
Stuck in intricacies of emotions
Sometimes fervent, at times swaddled with tenebrific notions.

Now comes old age
Experienced man steerage
With wrinkled lineage
Growing yet glowing
Resting after vivacious race.

No matter
What the stage is
We seek tranquility
We bleak at times
Yet we implore for serenity.
The cycle goes on

Coalesced with conflicts
And happy symphony
With some cachinnation
And some cacophony.

© ANJALI JOSHI