Nothing can be as fickle, treacherous as life.
Love it or hate it,
Take it or leave it,
Life will remain life.
Sometimes it hurls stones
On your path,
And sometimes it throws
Flowers on your feet.
But don't you ever stop, just plod on;
Because flowers and stones are but passing illusions.
Constantly changing, as short-lived as the fog,
Dreams and rainbows.
Very well expressed, partcularly in the last stanza….not to ever give up….as flowers and stones are just passing illusions. Great inspirational write! Thanks for sharing, Jasbir.
How nice the philosophy of life has been portrayed through its offerings of stones and flowers in our journey. But, thank God, these are- short-lived as the fog / Dreams and rainbows. Thank you, Jasbir ji.
You are very right. Nothing we can think in fickle mind or nothing can be fickle. Everything has deep value starting from stones to flowers. Life can learn many things to have courage, patience, softness and fragrance. Dreams and rainbows motivate mind. Illusion captures us but we have to identify truth.
But don't you ever stop, just plod on; Because flowers and stones are but passing illusions. Constantly changing, as short-lived as the fog, Dreams and rainbows.........so touching, true and meaningful. Life journey is constantly changing, we should not bother for it. A brilliant poem is being shared amazingly.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very inspiring poem, Jasbir. 'But don't you ever stop, just plod on; Because flowers and stones are but passing illusions. Constantly changing, as short-lived as the fog, Dreams and rainbows.' - An excellent stanza to end the poem with.