Between birth and death
my life has become
a moving flag post
with quite confusing objectives
and baffling realities
as against ideals and morals
enunciated elobarately
in scriptures and laws!
I had taken birth into a family
with pristige of not my choice
neither the country I was born
is chosen by me
my death also I know very well
is not the way I choose to die.
I had a dream to burn and shine at
highest temperature like the mighty Sun
and give the light of enlightenment
to Tom Dick and Harry.
I had a great dream to cool myself
in the great Icy mountains
and beam like the moon in the
heavens and spread happiness
all around the world.
I have realised by now
at this old age
that life is a great 'Time Pass'
between my birth and death
with so many biological constraints
and emotional entaglements.
Every desire I had burnt me with
a great passion of vengence.
My so called self chosen path
has landed me in deep troubles
which tie me down to deep
deppression which I am
unable to swim out for relief!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem