As rapidly time passes and day arrives,
We are still in little hurry to run at morning,
For getting cool breeze and newness,
All are eagerly running very fast.
Many are in still hurry to run fast,
In this beautiful and freshly created moment,
Sunrays fall and give glitter of happiness,
Life is revived many feel at doorstep.
Having timely perception all remember,
Every sequence is captured in memory,
Beautifying lovely trust on God we move,
Gentle breeze brings tenderness in hope.
Many are in hurry to grasp material happiness,
Few are still in hurry to capture true wisdom,
But all are searching for eternal peace is true,
In hurry in many directions they are moving.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,05 September 2017. All rights reserved.
We are in hurry but we should be eager. Greatest happiness we get remaining with God. We search for eternal happiness and we get this. God teaches us righteousness. Thank you very much for sharing this. You are a nice poet. This poem is excellent poem. WE ARE RUNNING FAST.
What i like about Indian Poets and their poems is that there is joy and sun in their poems! 10+++++++++++++++ Przemyslaw Musialowski
Yes its true, its life routine that make us rush....but we forget to be one with nature routines, as part of nature why dont we join it and stop the clock for time to be free as morning light and kind winds before we busy...I agree with you we take things for granted as it is, because there is no promise for us to have morning next day, and if we wait till busy going away...it takes millions moments away, and years before we really regret what we have missed...love your gentle mind and beautiful thoughts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many are in hurry to grasp material happiness, We have been hurrying through life to amass wealth and other material possessions. Now in these days of social distancing and house confinement when the pandemic is taking away thousands of lives in the world, we understand that all our hurry and all the wealth we accumulated are of no use. This is how I would like to read this poem now, though it is primarily on a beautiful day and life!