Processions imperiously sane –
An integral part of a human life –
Chaperone him ceremoniously
From cradle until deathbed.
Processions of clusters unsung
Of clouds on diverging paths
Signal that carnivals are many
And mysteries to recast are legion.
Mix formal and informal,
Ambitions and perceptions,
The temporal and the celestial,
Endless are the processions.
Not short on issues of social unease,
Of convictions and concessions,
Agitated masses join the unrest,
Recurrent are the processions.
Life in a lyrical tune with oceans
In shades of ecstasy and notions
Of its manifestation of emotions,
Plays in cadence the processions.
Sounds of footsteps clad in mute,
Muffled voices in shadows getting dark,
The moaning of shoes in woe,
Life retreats in its corner obscure.
The mourners follow the cortège
Under the pall of grief-stricken silence.
The procession moves on
As life’s curtains descend.