Life Poem by Padma Devkota

Life is a garden where the seasons of the mind
Open the curtains of our sweet nature,
We play at love, at hope, and life
Flows unhurriedly at its own sweet pace.

Fragrance that rises from a cluster of blooms,
Birds in the trees that are always full of songs,
The sky so blue, the horizon so deep
And the heart that responds like a sensitive harp;

Paradise is only another dimension
For those who can nurture it in their heart,
And humans are so beautiful that true reflections
Of their thoughts, the flowers, ornament the garden.

When the zephyr rolls in the grass like a child
And the petals fall lightly to sleep,
To find life bitter is too ridiculous!
For humans are not born here to die.