Life is like a burning candle
The longer it burns the lesser of it remains
Until we are snuffed out
Into the dark oblivion.
So our movement forward
Is also a backward retreat,
And all our accumulated gains
Shall sum up our loss -
Isn't life, for sure, my friend
A bitter-sweet paradox? !
Liked this poem - particularly the final poser. Well, our worry has validity only if we take life as a span between two terminals. Is it really so?
So our movement forward Is also a backward retreat, So true..... It is a backward retreat to the place from where we have come.... and our life is a bitter sweet paradox! I like the use of oxymoron here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Isn't life, for sure, my friend A bitter-sweet paradox? ! Yes I fully agree with you