Age old is this story
In all ages, people heard it
It remains yet incomplete
An endless epic it is
Bliss lies not in its completion
In small doses the life fulfills
Life’s philosophy I knew not
As monolith, I felt the chill
Even the gods crave for it
Its absence upset Shiva
God incarnates as human
In it seers and peers view
In its smallness are packed
Ripened life’s juicy gains
Waste not these moments
Bathe in the bliss it rains
In its smallness are packed Ripened life’s juicy gains Waste not these moments Bathe in the bliss it rains- - Beautiful poetic lnes, well composed poem, thanks for sharing,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic melody and wonderful meaning urging human to collect grains of happiness from little things in life has made the poem Superb. Thanks for sharing.10+ points. Regards.