Pulling, pushing the weight of life
Through the years,
I reached the crossroads…
It posed the questions:
Which course to take?
Which to abandon?
Never was it
So unthought-of, so undone.
A generation, old, tired - yet brave,
Ready to depart.
Another, though new,
Volatile, unshaped, unformed...
I was stuck, amid, between...
The dusty winds and the foreign land
Heightened my misery.
I waited in doubt...
For hours, for days...
Used my experience, the moral ways,
My craving for wealth, the ends to face.
Far from a clue, or any accord,
I was humbled and I prayed to the Lord
Recalled His face,
His patient look, His smiling gaze...
He said, ''My son, calm your heart.
Enjoy your mirth, wait till time
Unfolds its face, of birth and death,
Happiness and sorrow...
For all that you see, all is Me...
Yesterday, today and tomorrow...''
(Written on 24th Feb.2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem