This document reflects on the past, present, and near future in three sections: The past is summarized as innocent like a newborn, fleeting like the setting sun, and nimble like a squirrel. The present is described as fast like an aircraft, boisterous like a kangaroo, and passionate like colliding thunderclouds. The near future is left to the creator to shape, and is portrayed as mystical like an unfathomable gorge and mysterious like the universe's enigmas.

1. PAST, PRESENT AND NEAR FUTURE
As innocuous as the wail of a newly born infant; sleeping blissfully in his
airtight cradle,
As evanescent as the sun setting behind the mountains; giving way to the descending
of night,
As nimble as the fleet footed squirrel; traversing night and day through hollow spaces
of the tree,
As tender as a woman draped in pure silk; her embellished eyelids lowered a trifle in
meek submission,
As redolent as the tendrils of the blossoming rose; shimmering in magnificent
color under orange rays of the Sun,
As impeccable as the spires of the Temple; towering harmoniously towards the
sky, Was my early childhood and past.
As speedy as the flying aircraft; cutting placid currents of breeze at electric velocity,
As boisterous as the kangaroo; taking two leaps at a time,
As rambunctious as the humming bee; buzzing discordant and loud at all times,
As tenacious as the milky white moon; profoundly illuminating the ghastly darkness,
As passionate as thunder clouds colliding in the cosmos; and the subsequent pelting
down of torrential rain,
As pragmatic as commercial business; equating the intricate nuances of life,
Is my robustly rubicund youth and present.
As mystical as the unfathomable gorge; the echo reverberating loud and stringent
across the valley,
As mysterious as the enigmas of the universe; infinite riddles of creation left
unexplored,
As inexplicable as the sporadic shedding of leaves in autumn; the rendering of lush
green landscapes into barren land,
As poignant as the hood of the serpent; its fangs snaring viciously in spell bound
enchantment,
As uncanny as the underground volcano; with its dormant lava unpredictably
circulating all around,
And I now leave it entirely on my omniscient creator to chisel my dreams; mold my
destiny; unveil my near future.