Possible, possible, happiness possible
When heard a broadcasted chat plausible
A topic discussed on wonders and wonderment
Seven wonders one by one dealt first
Then one wondered at birth and death
The next in awe of ocean's depth
Other one on seasons and rain
Next on food.. digestion and indigestion
Wonderment else's was a beetle in mango fruit
Whereas strangely next was a spectral ghost
A devotional heart wondered at infant's smile
An exploring mind noted all archaeological
One atlast on water-discovery aghast in Mars
No sooner I wondered at those knowledgeable villagers
Than that Mars-man innocently cracked
'So that water-problem on earth solved'...
You're laughing, laughing as I was
Innocent irrelevance, like a joke it was
And in whole radio-man summed up to say
'Seven more wonders in an array..
Five senses, hands and legs are they
Ruled but by the top wonder 'mind' ay
Is happiness still possible...?
Yes you say...'possible, possible'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
senses (vasanas) attract the organs and the latter in turn try to juice out happiness in as many ways...they feel wonderment on each and all... meaningful thoughts on a casual observation spoken out as a poem very well...thanks...10 thanks for your comment on my poem 'When All Suns Set'... please read my explanation for the question you raised, placed above the comment lines