Let me sit quiet
And reflect on what I have learnt from life.
First it is not what one gets from life
But what gives to it.
Here a little sacrifice goes a long way,
A kind word
Or a good action.
In spite sincere efforts,
I have never known the face of success,
Frequently impacted the effects
Of the slings and arrows of fortune,
Bled, let down and insulted.
I still like to watch the flowers in the morning though
Walk down the dusty village lanes
And drunk from the chalice of the beautiful sunshine.
The innocent face of a bright moon
In the dark of the night,
Like a young bride, still thrills me with ineffable joy.
I have learnt that this world is of both light and darkness
Happiness and suffering
Cries and laughter,
Threads to the finished tapestry of life,
Which comes out of the sametranscendental spinning machine.
You know it,
I know it
Everybody knows it.
No one is safe from suffering
And no one is an absolute heir to complete contentment.
Life is a mixed bag.
We need to look for the wisdom in it all.
This world is a place of endless learning
Where one learns to mix the elements wisely
And live happily.
Our actions and reactions are of extraordinary importance
In keeping the machinery of one's life well oiled and smooth.
But I still remember
That not even the cleanest oil can stop a machine from breaking down sometimes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your thoughts immensely! ! ! The poem has a cosy feeling about it- -not like philosophy handed down from a grim old man- -but rather the gentle thoughts of a beloved grandfather. 10
Thank you so much for reading this write. I do appreciate Mohabeer Beeharry