In quest of life,
I encounter a perfect Quandary.
Life flutter like
The pages of an unread book,
Enticing and yet an unacceptance for summary.
Life is nothing but a vast regime of juxtapositions, Of
Good times and bad times,
Sweet lies and bitter truths,
Smiles and tears,
Happiness and agonies,
Winning and loosing,
Love and hate,
Autumn and spring.
And yet when I peep through the window of wisdom,
That leads to life
I find a silhouette that ends where resides a mirage.
The quest for life is like a monarch butterfly,
Whose migration concludes with a multigenerational return towards North.
Likewise when I return back to my quest for life,
I find the very essence of my quest have lost,
In the quest itself.
And time keep fly.
Singing aloud and yet unheard,
'Life is a tamed pet of Time! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem