Nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile, like chasing the wind.
The breathless sun chases the darkness since ages
The God hounds the wickedness with sages
The Birds chirp to awaken men from sleep;
Prophets descend to dislodge men's darkness deep.
The Rivers try to sweeten the salty seas;
Rain tries to satiate, earth's parched pleas.
Youth sprinkles with wrinkles in a wink;
Knowledge often ferries to a disaster's brink.
Woe! Here swiftest rarely wins the race;
Weaklings walkover with a beaming face.
The Godly dies young, leaving starving sons,
Lo! Liars live long, having endless fun.
Un tempting are my wives and virgins
Oh! Hopeless are my hope woven dreams
Happy are those, who have died and gone;
Blessed are souls that refused to be born
Verily, nothing is worthwhile or worthy to find;
Everything is futile, like chasing the wind.
Happy are those, who have died and gone; Blessed are those who are never born. Great piece by you Dr Hitesh... I loved the diversity of your thought and the skill of rhyming is really wonderful... I tried to write something in rhyming about this poem, but couldn't... :) Regards, Kamran
Wow, a great rhapsody of a peom, beautifully written, immensely enjoyable with rare insight. My 10.
This is an outstanding piece of poetry. First time reading a poem I started involutarily shouting Aha, Oho! Each line is a masterpiece. I have no words to describe the greatness of this poem. Certainly this poem will stand for ever as a great masterpiece..........My 10 are tooooooooooooooo small a gift to this great poem. I am selecting this as my favourite. What a day I found this super poem? ? ? ! ! ! ! !
HI, I think we both drank From the self same source spring I wrote, 'A Pessimistic View of Life' In my college days decades two before But, refreshing still was it for me To feel the breeze brush my face again A remembrance of sorts it stirred To read it embellished with gold From the Quill in Hitesh's hand! Your's is the best as always, Dear friend, you are a master weaver With gold and silver thread You create a beautiful tapestry Which no one else can hold compare! Pls read my 'A Pessimistic View of Life' when time permits.
The final four lines strike at the heart - a deep and powerful write. To every thing there is a reason, and a time to every purpose under the heaven....
Simplicity and naturalness in these lines, reminding somehow of the song 'Dust in the wind' but with its own strong flavour. Thanks for sharing this powerful poem.
this is amazing! ! One more vote...10! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although I do not agree with the poet on this issue, I must admit it's a beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!