___ Living the pain of life ___
Life is a big store of
fruitless love, compassion,
Through smile it is an effort to hide pain inexpressible.
Life is beautiful and too deep to hold.
The sky of life is full of stars with dense clouds.
Love fruitful and fruitless go side by side.
Thy love is sunshine to me and heavy rainfall.
The cup of my heart is too full to contain.
The most musical song of life
is full of pain to the deepest core.
Life is a heap of painful emotion.
The season of summer comes to hide
The cloud full of rain,
The spring is a relief from chilly winter bite.
Autumn comes to fill us with thought inevitable,
To ruminate the utter futility of the glamour of life.
Autumn gives the glimpse of nothing.
The dim Sun hints the beauty of nothing,
The joy of not having anything.
The empty mind is the fullness of life divine.
With thy arrival sudden and unexpected,
Brings forth the joy though empty in the hand of time.
Life goes with no usefulness and it is the core.
The emptiness is the root and the root is empty.
Living is a great fallacy and waiting is useless.
Beyond the mind is death and it is unwilling to dawn,
The traces of mind art prone to ongoing dream.
A fantastic expression has been made on life and nature having touching expression and nice collocation. The definition of life from different directions has been astutely delineated. Thanks and congratulation for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.10
Kumarmani Mahakul....vary thanks for your wise and thoughtful comment.. Your comment will definitely be printed in my books...thanks
Living is a great fallacy and waiting is useless. Beyond the mind is death and it is unwilling to dawn, The traces of mind art prone to ongoing dream. ........////
Different shades of life with all its intricacies have been vividly and colourfully portrayed.I am in love with the poem, mainly with the first six lines
Life goes with no usefulness and it is the core. The emptiness is the root and the root is empty..." "
The most musical song of life is full of pain to the deepest core. Life is a heap of painful emotion.." "
Living is a great fallacy and waiting is useless. Beyond the mind is death and it is unwilling to dawn, The traces of mind art prone to ongoing dream. ....: : :
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perceiving and portraying life as it is- with all its lights and shades. Thank you, Prabir.
Thanks lot for your comments and appreciation