A compromise of energy having remained lonely in nothingness,
A compromise of millions of years to cool down and become matter,
A compromise to be tied; just to think, to love and to reproduce,
A compromise to follow a discipline for an arrangement latter,
Lead to the marvels what? Just a compromise with the devils,
The energy tired in itself, agreed for a blending of some evils,
And lo, here is the breathing and reproducing energy renamed as life,
What else is life just a compromise for being diverged as rainbows,
In the room is the disciplined matter thinking, feeling and loving as well,
And watching colorful flowers in the lawn through the windows,
Though tired in compromises still for the sake of rainbow colors,
I see a new compromise out of the room with a bottle of sweet odors!
Beautiful! The word compromise despised by most has been elevated to its just place. Truly life is nothing but a compromise. Hardest thing to compromise with is our own declining energy. But we learn.
Compromise, a lovely poem full of philosophy. Life is a compromise between negative and positive forces as a poet here said. Between two poles a spectrum, one is free to choose the spot, call it a compromise or choice, the choice is yours..
Life is full of compromises. A fair deal that assures us no one is above the others. A.wonderful write.
Life is a compromise of positive and negative forces. A philosophic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem sir with some inbuilt message...................................................10