Strange is this life, br a round-about of Time! br sometimes climb, br at others dropp down br br On the climb up br it rings in the new br and rings out the old! br but as the wheel turns br the fortune twirls br from top to the bottom br on its downward swing! br br At the peak of glory br I am the top brass, br my portraits decorate br the city walls, br people flock to me br with garlands of flowers br their heads bow down br before my powers! br br When out of office, br among the masses br unnoticed I pass; br I am an empty glass, br my portraits pull down, br utter disrespect show br them to the dustbin throw. br br On the round-about of Time br life is a see-saw game, br ever in transit, br nothing stays. br I seem to have gripped, br it turns out ill fame. br I have reached the end, br I don’t know the aim br Still don’t know true Name!br br C. P.