Wheels, engines, wings and the rocket
Have dragged Life across Time and Space
The gap is rendered well within the enclosure;
Yet are distant the stars in the infinite socket;
Newness and thrill fills the restless human race
As the sense of conquest spurs the pleasure;
Man has long back discovered the inevitable fact
That Death dwells as the soul in the body,
Sensing varied struggles and yields to taste;
Between the yester and the morrow the pact -
(Findings and possessions are but vain and gaudy) ,
Of the present is condensed and moulded in haste;
In strange forms and sizes may the colossal life stand,
Yet for sure things will end up -be lost in the Grand
New Creation of colouration, amity and order:
Would nothing ever be Forbidden with brackets
and border?
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Vidya P. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good, solid poem. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for posting it