Lessons of life
Perfectly planned
Intricately woven
into a carpet of immaculately neat designs,
One moves its hands
to find each thread
finely fastened into
each other,
Lest humans in the habit of plucking things
indiscriminately
perturb the divine designs.
Destiny so benevolent holds your hands
to walk on the carpet
and check each thread
lying bare
to help recognize
which colour is for you.
The myriad flourescence bedazzles,
But the solo solace
of walking on the carpet is
that someone is holding your hand.
A witty reflection on life, well articulated and nicely brought forth with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Parneet.
Mam, that's why you are the poet of great repute. A philosophical write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.