Vicissitudes

As the morning sun shines softly,

I lay to bask in its gleaming light,

When it glows furiously stronger,

I desperately wait for the night.

The tiring day appears infernal,

I pass it cogitating and brooding,

How the vicissitudes transpire,

I just sit and keep contemplating.

When the sun tends to heat me,

I wholly wish to dive into the briny,

Sitting on one of its many rocks,

And think about life’s vagary.

How does it happen with us?

Fate befools us all the times,

We dream about dewy roses,

Our laps get filled with thorns.

Where the sun does not reaches,

There I wish to take a leisurely stroll

But fetters of future’s many worries,

Don’t allow me to move freely at all.