Burden Of Human Existence Poem by Abhay Advait

The Day conversed with the night in the last equinox
Oh Dear, said the Day, do you know the cause which makes us to exist for eternal?
The night whispered slowly so not to disturb the sleeping stars of her space
Yes I think so, if you know something more, please lightened me with the same

Said the Night, the Sun doesn’t know what is Day
The darkness of moon is not of mine but her rocky existence
Only on Earth people experience us as Day and Night
I guess we exist as the interplay of Sun, Earth and the eternal dark atmospheric night.

The Day smiled and said, the light of your wisdom is opposite to your face
But I tell you something more; we are not the only opposites on Earth
Birth and Death, Heat and Cold, Pain and Pleasure, Rise and Fall
Love and Hate with Union and Depart, also exist like us with an illusory cause

The Night said, Yes I know what you intend to say
Humans spend their existence in the eternal play of these duals
When in joy, they fear of sorrow; from the nest of fall they desire to rise like a sparrow
To whom they Love also makes the Hate, they Unite and Depart by repel and attract

The Day profoundly said, you exist in dark but you know the secrets of the human day
It’s pity to see, how humans derive their meanings of existence from these contrast plays
Their dreams, desires, ambitions and visions, merely the expressions of these oppositions
They feel they exist for some eternal cause, but their existence fluctuates between these opposite calls

The Night replied, yes I do see the meaning what you want to send
Like you and me, which exist at the cost of an illusion of human existence
The Nature preserves her contraries, by burdening the shoulders of their existence
In some moments of deep silence, one in millions realize, to exist is to just support the play of Nature’s bipolar might.