Live Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri
Live
If life crosses the span
Then don't worry just understand.
How many miles can we cross
Without pain without loss?
May be the span is very little
Isn't it better than to be long perishable?
Just to make it larger
Let's live further.
Live for the new morning
When the bird sings a song
Live for the cool breeze
That blows before dawn.
Live for the wet eyes
That always search you
Live for the little hands
Who nicely holds you.
Live as the dream maker
Who shows the way of life.
Live against every odd
Live a life to fight.
What a lovely write! Life is struggle and in a struggle we lose many things to get our goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:40:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A reader of such beautiful poem must get true inspiration towards limitless positivity and to 'live a life to fight' literally in all state of affairs. Laudable. Liked it very much.