A Spiral Journey... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Who knows if this moment is barren or fertile?
And if this moment looks to be fruitless;
Shall we let it limp away with idle yawns?

Those who love to look often into the future
miss so many close things like long-sighted ones.
And ignored moments turn impotent to pay off.

Each moment is like a step of life-long stairway.
We better climb up with each step on each step.
Hopping is never a better option on the spiral ladder.

Why do we not live for the present moment?
One step leads to another and then to other.
Each step has a story; one or many in life`s journey.