The simple joys of life are nicer
A rose, a rain or a river
They're natural thus beautiful
Uncorrupted, pristine, eternal
They're the life and so pure
To any mental ailing perfect cure.
The cashew nut, the cigar, the car
In the hands of a dictator they affiliate more.
Artificiality and sophistry
In revival of fortunes they cause only melancholy
At last beyond the influence
They 're confined, socio phobic, so artificial
All true pleasures, delight, happiness of life forever denied.
Beauty is nature, but in this age we love artificials. Nice poem.
the natural 'good's and the artficial evils...good comparison here, Gargi...using nice imageries...lovely...10
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I would like to translate this poem
natural pristine beauty V/s the transitory aritifical life... your lines are so intense they want the first type of happiness to sustain but in today's mechanized times the latter seems to come out as a winner what an irony