Human Heart And Cycles Of Change

Sun rises in east and
sets in west,
every month, moon appears and
disappears,
seasons come and seasons go,
but heart rhythms are unceasing.

Night comes and fades away-
day arrives and gradually it
disappears;
in rain and in sun-
in all weathers-
still heart rhythms are unending.

Our earth repeatedly
rotates on its axis
giving man times and seasons,
once a year, the cosmos completes its cycle
nevertheless, human heart pulsates
more than thirty-seven million times in a year.

At times, man may be silent
another time man may sing or talk,
regardless, the heart keeps palpitating.

At times, the soul may supine
another time eyes are closed,
another time the soul sits down,
other time the soul may run or skip,
notwithstanding, heart continuously
makes tick, tick, tick, sounds.

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Laya Sarath
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So true everything you have penned….:-)..Time and Change are best friends 🙂

Preeti
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Heart-touching! The human soul undergoes changes just like the seasons… Nice one!

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