The
four phases of living the lives,
Each
filled with its own pleasures;
Skip
one, it gets subdued in another,
Mortal cycle delineate such treasures.
Phases
being ideal or remained nigh,
The
distinct idioms that it described;
By
holy texts or (d)evolving notions,
Or
what pseudo interpretations cite.
Everyone’s
a parasite except nature,
On
each other’s veiled manifestations;
Theists,
Atheists, Purists, Mavericks,
Balancing
each on axis in convention.
Who’re
us then to avow what’s the life,
As
other way around has no obligation.😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023