Life is a sacred river
Flowing through the vale of reality.
If it is filled with Love and affection
It will never dry.
Sometimes Life faces hard rocks
But it does not stop to flow.
With its mighty force
It makes its own way.
Nothing can make Life impure
As with the current of purity
Even the dirty things melt
And are carried to the sea or ocean.
Time passes and beauty fades
But it flows in its own way
To makes others pure
With its holy nectar.
© Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
14th January,2016(10: 30pm) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10