Some, beyond our Reason and our Rhyme
Each breath inhaled is an elongation of life
Each one exhaled, the Spirit exhilarates,
No loss, no lessening, anywhere, friends
How you perceive things, is all it takes.
The ramparts of faith, the bulwark of belief
On these pillars rests the sanctity of life,
Thereupon, again, the paths you take
And, how you deal with struggle and strife.
Roads, are just roads, cobblestone or dust
Nothing is lined with Roses nor Gold,
We’ve led a good life, pure and just
So long as the Soul is not traded, not sold.
Speech and Silence are two sides of the coin
Which one to adhere to and when, is prime,
There is a time for all things, pre-ordained
Some, beyond our Reason and our Rhyme.
(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at email@example.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)