Life Is Continuum Poem by Mohammad Younus

Within the grip of winter,
How can one imagine the spring?
The dead, gloomy landscape!
Totally shorn of foliage and flowers!
Only bleakness meets the eye;

Everything mourning the dead,
If we were to recall the Ice age,
We will know,
The winter is the oldest season;
When there was no season,
there was the winter!

Winter has the quality of the absolute,
It is the first and the last of all seasons.
The coldest of all seasons!
Yet, beneath the surface of the snow sheaths,
The resurrection of the spring is in process

Under the soil,
The temperature is favourable for growth,
The seeds so are wakening up.
Plants, flowers are beginning to imagine:
How they must return to life,
How they must emerge out of the grave.

Impatiently, some plants might blossom...
Before the appointed blossoming time...
From the grave of the winter season,
Life emerges from the dead,
It is the law of Nature!
The beauty of nature insists...
To spread out into full bloom,

Everything happens as per the divine plan;
Nothing is unplanned and random in the Nature!
The rhythm of rising from the dead...
Being a gradual slow beat...
Is always inching its way forward.
until the new phenomenon unfolds;

One season succeeds another
As though they are moving in rhythm
Because nothing in the Nature is abrupt,
The Spring season nearly catches us unawares!
It is there before we see it;
So, like winter, below the surface of our lives,
Huge changes secretly occur, and greet us.

MyKoul