Ephemeral.

Everything, here is ephemeral,

Including the luxuries,

Permanency is a dummy Demerol,

Better to cast off the worries.

Relationships even are transitory,

Bigotry even has to fade,

Every being is Nature's quarry,

None can sustain it's sharp blade.

Better to be on track and move on,

Keep walking till the last breath,

Lest life pushes us out of it's lawn,

The only determinant is death.

Ephemeral is the father's love,

So is the affection of the mother, 

But these two love's are up and above,

Still it doesn't make the relations smother.

Walking on the promenade of love,

Carrying on the commitment,

Get the urgent obligations off,

To Precariousness we be resistant.

Author                        Prityarth.