Is not our life a wave of energy coursing through us
Just like a flickering flame or a fleeting gleam
Which when stopped, like a weed scorched by the sun
Or a tree felled down by a merciless axe, we will lie
Is not our life like a theatrical performance
Where we don the roles we are commissioned to
Some of us play the roles of tyrants or kings
While some act as meek minions at their service
Is not our life a voyage through the rough seas
Where we paddle on and on over billowing waves
Never asking where we are heading to
Nor knowing when our trackless course ends
Is not our life, the footprints left on sandy shore
Washed away instantly by the incoming wave
Not able to measure their length or width
And never to trace where once they really lay
Is not our life as illusory as the mirage of the desert
Staying beyond our grasp and endlessly deluding
Sometimes dazzling like a verdant oasis
Sometimes bewildering like an awful nightmare
Is not our life a little space lying somewhere
Between our infant cradle and our grave
Where we struggle to secure our place
To be ousted soon by those who come after us
But we live on, never in despair but in hope
That beyond this mortal life and its struggles
Somewhere for us, eternity’s dim portals await
To harbor our souls that from deep slumber shall rise!
But we live on, never in despair but in hope That beyond this mortal life and its struggles Somewhere for us, eternity’s dim portals await To harbor our souls that from deep slumber shall rise! Peace at the time of death has more worth than silver, gold and other wealth, and this can only obtained with a belief that there is an immortal life after death. A thoughtful write........................10
Through us an encouraging energy which flows us to give courage to sustain in this Earth is a flickering flame and yes this a very nice wave within us. Mortal life full of struggle but real life of this energy is eternal which we feel on self realization. To harbor our souls we need to rise like sun. Beautiful message transferred. Excellent work.
Life is a culmination of many things easy and hard. A combination of all is nicely captured in the beautiful poem. Thank you.
Life is all what you have written so precisely. This is realistic. But the end of it all Life is Hope itself. But we live on, never in despair but in hope
Life is just like, just like a flickering flame or a fleeting gleam and we perceive this with many natural happenings. We wave the mark of our action in nature like the footprints left on sandy shore. We live on hopes and harboring soul we gradually grow with power and dignity. An interesting poem is beautifully penned.10
Yes, Valsa George life is a spot between cradle and grave. Great. Thank you
Thanks for a wonderful poem with a great message. The life might appear to be a mundane journey through the ups and downs but it ends in an eternal peace. It traverses- Between our infant cradle and our grave / Where we struggle to secure our place. But we live on, never in despair but in hope
Profundity of your thoughts oozes from every line of the poem.Enjoyed reading it particularly the last two stanza where your ruminations culminate.
Though we have not succeeded to peer though the curtains of death yet the wisdom of the seers tell us that death is not the be all and the end all of everything. So death may be just a jester in the saga of our soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes Mam..so true...Hope keeps us going...a brilliant write as always. Loved the below lines: - Is not our life a little space lying somewhere Between our infant cradle and our grave Where we struggle to secure our place To be ousted soon by those who come after us