Ways Of This World Poem by Natarajan Ramaseshan

Loudly beats the funeral drum and
laments at one house.
Soft music surges from the wedlock drum
at another place.
The nuptial bride decks herself with
delightful ornamental flowers.
And the eyes of the bereaved
bemoan with tearful showers.
Verily, the Creator is of
unfeeling disposition.
Miserable, of course, are the
ways of this world.
Discern and discover in it
definite means to
sweetness unfold!


Translated from Tamil by R.Natarajan