Life is a big cosmic joke.
Death is always more certain than life.
Pain makes us feel alive.
Happiness makes us more scared of death.
We find out the price of smile while we cry.
Water acquires taste while we are thirsty.
Blind, deaf and dumb understand,
Colors, sounds and peace better than we ever could.
People with no legs want to run more than all of us.
People with no hands, if touch something, will feel,
More passionately than we ever could.
Hunger enhances the taste of food.
We wait for summer in winter.
And for winter in summer.
Art and philosophy,
Which glorifies life,
Always comes from a thirsty soul.
We go to war for peace.
Our needs are those things that we don’t need.
And this act never runs out of jokes.
It continues.
Even after, we mix in smokes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Relatable. Nicely penned, Rohit
thanks