Wavering Flame Poem by Gajanan Mishra

It waxes brightly
And again it is weak
And it is vanishing
See, it is wavering
Flame of a candle.

Creating innumerable
Shapes and patterns
It is rising
It is falling
The waves of a
Flowing river.

It is my body
That is transforming
Youth old age disease death
This body exhibits
Physical strength desire wisdom.

It is the time
Irresistible force of time
That is here
Perceive it, if you are intelligent.