You are mere straw in time's flow,
No worries or struggle material there;
Relegate your life to the time's flow,
Life moulds to shape naturally there.
World rose from nil and ends in nil,
In-between course, an incidental cycle;
You are mere bubble in this whole
Like dust, amoeba, plant or whale.
No goal or intent you read to life,
For it's accidental, nothing more
In the cosmic cycle towards the nil,
Exhausts left of the forward thrust.
Caught in gale of cosmic process,
Hither thither sways the life's frame;
Acts, thoughts, talks, creative sparks,
Accidents time's flow gives as shocks.
No links anywhere from one to other,
Except thro' time that strings all else;
Yet good and right in conscious realm
Make life worthwhile of contentment.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely poem Kumar Thanks a lo for sharing this piece of poetry