When life is playing it's tricks
Then what is the use to carry a stick
The ways are long and mystic
O-Yo what is fuss with stones and bricks
Music is everything we hear
some are in rhyme and some in tear
we are puppets in the hands of fate, mere
What we do and why so, then why fear?
Bulls are carrying the cart now
Put all your burden on them thou
They won't complain why you left cow
Fate is cruel for them but how?
Bees are churning honey from nectars
What hectic job they do who's actor
Sweet we call and take for health factor
Why all good work of their's go distractor?
A profound philosophical reflection in verse with rhythmic splendour. A work of an intricate mind — great expression.
Beautiful expression of tiredness and failing strength but hold done yet many good things have to happen. Good poetry. Thank-you for sharing. Admirations.
Respite on board looks cruel But on long run proves integral Preparing for another hour Which is tougher than one on rear. An attitude to challenge the respite Gives courage to fight Be it good or bad I made my mind. In the meantime how time fly Would never be our concern primary But when it's done right We come like gold brilliant Nothing is unworthy Only journey seems clumsy As it fades away One feels I made it any way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is cruel to some and crazy for some people.