Dreams of permanence.

     Dreams of permanence

     Are dumped under

     Time's paper weight. 

     Once the weight is lifted

     The papers will fly,

     In the direction of the wind.

     The wind blows from God's bastion.

     The power of man is a punctured wheel.

     Where there is wear and tear,

     Where is permanence?

    The cry for permanence peters out

    With ageing and staging of death.

    The colours of mankind

    Like those of the rainbow,

    Cast their distinct mark 

    As ephemeral sparks of a glow worm,

    With its short-lived term.

   Permanence has its puckered face

   Battered by Time's hit and run ride.

   Still,dreams of permanence stay wide.

   P.Chandrasekaran.