Unpredictable future is the spice of life,
Scattered are islands of joy in the ocean of grief.
Not ruled it is by any definite symmetry,
Shapes it evolves are not found in geometry.
Learn you have to to take life in its stride,
Or else, you will be engulfed in the ocean of grief.
To be a silent spectator is best way to enjoy,
You have to treat own life just like a toy.
Rat race you will notice going on around you,
Every body is running without motive or clue.
Life passes producing zero on summing up
Immovable and in any way at the end flop.
Fast is life they say in Mumbai metropolis
No doubt in speed are its trains and vehicles.
The Mumbaikar alas, struggles to balance
Standing still in them bundled and facing nuisance.
Genius is faced to dust and wasted
While the clever and cunning are often roasted
In glory, and success to his feet kisses
On them is showered all types of riches.
To know what is life, saints did penance
All the mortals' joys they had to renounce.
Dip themselves they had to in spirituality
To obtain on life celestial authority.
Glipses of Life, may have we lesser ones
As snapshots of a colorful landscape,
Shot through windows of our motley emotions
Fueled by our senses and helped by our ken.
Beautiful glimpses on life! Yes, in the sea of life, where tides of sorrow beat relentless, joy is only a small island! Here the corrupt and the wicked thrive and genius and goodness are ignored! Every one is in a rat race for riches and power! A very realistic picture of life! A 10
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I would like to translate this poem
Unpredictable future! ! ! Nice piece of work.