Life is just
to and fro
we balance ourselves
between being
ignorant and in the know-
we doubt
we stop short
hesitating
where next to go
unsettled
we are stuck
to the throe
of being stultified and dumb
as though
we would cease
to grow

while time
in derision
its nonchalance
and indifference show

forward and backward
to and fro
isn't life
just so?