The waves tell the story of the universe
In sync with the universe, they dance
Rise and fall, rise and fall
Life and death, death and life
Creation, destruction and then regeneration…
Sitting on the soft white sand, she reflected
Absent mindedly playing with the shells
Nothing seems new, nothing seems old
New and old may be just our perception
Change may be just an illusion…
Who knows how many civilizations rose,
And perished to rise again?
Who knows how many footfalls the earth has seen?
Who knows where we came from,
And where we are going!
The full moon rose over the ocean
Putting a stop to her flow of thoughts
Oh, what a beauty with its soft blue cape,
Making the waves sparkle with its soft blue rays!
I will live to see this again and again, she thought…
Let the mystery of the universe remain so…
Who knows where we came from, And where we are going! This is mystery of this world.
Unraveling the mystery of the universe is like peeling an onion one ring at a time. Science is gradually getting there with the James Webb telescope that hope to look back to the very beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful, philosophical poem, well written, Ruta.....10
Thank you, Mrs. Menon! Happy that you read my poem!