Once upon a time life was peaceful and serene, somehow
inequality came into being, unwanted, but pushing it-
self into landscapes of important aspects of life.
Beatitudes of life while existing in portraits of an
entirely transparent window, always partially open so
things can be see from the other side.
That's where all impossibilities lie in wait to spring
into action without any hesitation, never pausing for a
break or rest at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Existence of beatitudes of life amazes mind. All impossibilities lie in wait to spring with hesitation but rightly spring brings real joy. An interesting poem is well penned.