Actions And Reactions - Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry
Actions and Reactions.
I know that one day I must shed tears;
That the time will come
When this heart will break,
And no comfort will be balm enough
To make me forget.
This is the way life is.
The way of the flesh,
Dying every minute it lives.
And a lot of griefs.
This is the way the world is,
A ferment of perpetual change,
At no time still,
Unmindful of exultations or joy,
Plaints or heartbreaks.
Peace, happiness, tragedies,
Are all currencies of this life:
The notes and the changes.
Bound by her own rules,
Even nature, in her limitless bounty
Cannot do favours.
For there are more laws governing this place
Than all our flying bullets,
Hypocrisy and argumentations can tell us.
What I get
Is measured by what I did,
What I do
And what I do in the future.
Nature dishes out
What comes of my own actions.
The actions are mine;
And be they sweet or sour,
In there lies the secret of this great mosaic
Called life, the transcendental dream
Of the maker:
An escape, a cosmic relief,
The subtle state of mental equilibrium.
Between this eternal battle of actions and reactions,
Floods of heartbreaks and happiness
Night and day
Sunset and sunrise;
Between the restless mind
And the joys of tranquility,
Between the storms of grief
And the short-lived contentment,
Untainted by the fruits of their actions,
Wise men sit, single mind,
Watching the eternal play of those relative forces.
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