Some seeds sprout in deep ocean
where thousand creatures are mingling
that is another world beyond reach
surviving with grace of each other
like on surface lots of creatures
seeking for love and lust
in air too life is floating
but my mind always asks a question
what is the goal, where is the goal
for what they are born to die.
This poem has such a relevant question in its philosophical context and wonderful imagination and as such I love the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though the death is inevitable but still they are born possibly to continue the life in universe