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The Never Ending daily Cycle -poetry

Updated on May 12, 2012

The Cycle

The evening has dawned

So have the street lamps

Pale lights in full bloom

To fight each other till the early morn

The life once in full blossom

During the day as sun traveled

Is now packing, shrinking,

To respective shelters of choices or compulsions

Though in varying degrees

Across the land

In villages, towns and Metropolis

Flats, villas, bedrooms, pavements

Or under the flyovers or inside metros


Gears changing in the 24 hour drive

Its again early morn

Birds chirping, morning deliveries are on

Some are walking to live long

Under the beautiful illusion

To go on, till the eternity

How magnificent is this commonest of illusions?

Which eggs on, all and sundry


The mobiles start ringing

A reminder that you are hooked

To the grand network of humanity, civilization

Interdependence or a cog in the wheel

In a system where every one works

To deliver so called values to every one else

Its time to go to respective work

Different transport modes

Different locale, different offices, workplace

There is a huge rush on the transport system

A pathway to earn daily livelihood

And the cycle has again started

To never end

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      jfay2011 5 years ago

      vivid poem, and feels like the monotony of an early morning day where the cycle begins all over again, day after day

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      gary dube 5 years ago from India

      hanx for the chemistry.

      I will strive to live up to your comments! Have a great life which is so contrasting, triviality and sense of importance

      God bless you

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      gary dube 5 years ago from India

      thanx for encouragement!

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      Caroline Marie 5 years ago from Close to Heaven

      Very true. Everything comes in cycles. Great poem!