Four Hindu Stages Of Life

Poem By Dr. Yogesh Sharma

From birth day to twenty five spring years,
Made to learn and brighten gears,
To see and observe, light of the day, without tears;
And celibacy years are there to brighten and no fears.

From twenty five to fifty, active years with family tie,
Days are clearer and enjoy highest fly,
Summer blooms with the warmth of the life and cry,
Life blooms with knowledge and love high.

The winter and mid age message to retire,
Fall arrives and tries to hold on to the sire,
Carved by spring, try to enjoy in the satire;
We try to move on, leaning on past fire.

Then starts to feel, the cold freeze of winter,
Mid life seen the joy of youth and hopes, splinter;
To pass the old age under the sainthood shelter;
Moving to autumn of life in denial and rebuttal.

Old age and winter, steps and breath is shorter,
So are the days and years and no breather;
Autumn will end and so will we lighter,
To a new beginning, a new life, to reach the Master.

In His Holy land, for a new life in a new land flowing,
Warmly and broadly a fresh wind is blowing,
Over the sky, the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this morning in joy is beating.

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