ON THE MOVE
Dr. K. Raja Mouli
The busy hands in the dock trek and trek
Chiming ‘Tick-Tack’ without any break
The sun shatters glooms with radiant rays
Again leaving behind shadows after his race
Dawns a new year with fresh hopes on the face
To become old and welcome the other in its place
The plant peers high into the blue expanse
For buds that unfold their petals for fragrance
A crawling baby, shaped into a man fast
Journeys from future to present and then to past
To stop anything on the move none so bold
God’s laws of Nature mould all in time’s fold.