Among words
Let silence live
As words are wastes
Silence is love
Let moon shine upon the tree
Though under it
Poverty dances like a crone
Yet the flowers are our dreams
And the leaves our lives
In this inhuman society
There are no ethics
No morality
Still the policy
might is right going on
as if the blood of poor and weak
is sweeter than the blood of anybody else
and I am puzzled
and more puzzled
when I see at philosophy
destiny is a joker
fate is a buffoon
here logic devours logic
no beauty
no truth
irony of the fact is that
here lies permanently only paradox
and in surprise I bewilder
in excitement I wonder
and I live …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In an antagonistic paradox of life, we are destined to survive and suffer! At times we are puzzled and confounded, yet have to live on! A powerful write! !