Life in other words is love,
and love is a movement.
Movement of restless molecules,
increasing temperature,
sometimes suitable for a life to love,
sometimes unsuitable.
Sometimes its absolute zero,
creating a cold black hole of nothingness,
and sometimes it's infinite,
creating once again a nothingness of destruction
to be followed by a gradual cooling
slowing molecules to a movement
that suits to love
that suits to life.
Movement I see,
in orbiting of electrons round the nucleus,
like that of planets round the sun,
like that of moons,
round a planet,
like that of a lover,
round his beloved,
like that of a believer,
orbiting round a belief in God,
there may not be a God,
but at least there is an ancient nature,
this angular rotation,
increases temperature of hope,
hope keeps us alive,
that's how man lives.
Without any such movement
it's too cold and icy like death.
(I started writing a comment, I don't know if it became a poem)
A great poem with fantastic expression though it is a comment towards Vals George's poem Twilihgt Broodings. Thanks....10
Wow......! So glad my poem has inspired you to write a wonderful poem on movement, love and life...... Through your imaginative gift, my poems get a lift! Thank you Akhtar ji! Top marks!
Inact it happened to me several times while writing comments you either stuck with an ideas on similar topic or just the opposite of it anyways this is a fantastic poem....10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem with fantastic rexpression though it is a comment towards Valsa George's poem 'Twilight Brooding'.Thanks...10