This universe runs on its own for millions of years,
Following the law of nature without any fear,
The sun never rises from anywhere,
The revolving earth makes this funfair,
The ever changing seasons allure,
The millions souls to meddle and appear,
Nothing waits for anything, events occur,
In constant repetition in tune to the nature,
Nothing waits for anything, never retires,
We, human, are the ones always in despair,
As we wait for the events to our own imagine,
As we wait for the events to our own convenience.
We, human are in despair and pain,
As we are taught to keep vigil and in vain,
We are taught to be scared of unknown,
As we go against the law of nature for fun.
All Nature recur in a cycle but we alone retire. We fall into despair as expect the events to happen according to our convenience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. Our greatest despair is thinking ourselves as master of nature yet not being able to do it.