Strings Of Life Poem by Soumili Karmakar

Strings and their manifestation in human lives
Often placed around each generation since centuries
Some sounds are melodious and some are mournful,
But each rhythm plays a sound of life.
Don't you think it's true?
April, May and June were always remembered
Innocence of showers and of eyes were treasured
For everything that our tales inclined
For us to find these manifold of lives anew in lights.

A music we all listen to within our heartbeats;
Songs we sing through our entire lives
In poetries and in art
Making sure we believe in our hearts.
As long as we breathe, as long as the moon shines
As long as we see the illumination of stars,
And the tides revealing its joy before skies
And in veins the fusion of graceful thoughts glide.

The strings play various sounds of love and of joy,
Of grief and of undefeated selfhood of people,
Though at times was the only one awake to watch the sea slowly rise.
Many have said solitude is alienation
For many it has been Serene as it is in its devotion
Even the sunflowers could only live facing the sunlight,
Streets wrapped in fogs could only be found in winters.
What if it is the only way of life was being tangled in shades of vernal?
What if life was like sunflowers and rays of that golden?
That stood with you, when the time came of autumnal breeze and waves of bursting twilight in days.

The heart breathing in you, the eyes through which she sees
She knows, the world carries glaciers of bold and beautiful regions
Not acquainted to human feets, but acknowledged by the skies
That has witnessed their birth.
The mother here welcomes her child
Through opening arms by taking them from cradles
To spread the joy of happiness and of faith.
We are here, to play the strings of our lives
We are here to appreciate the end and beginning of times.

Birth is life, and life is you
The goodness of tunes play notes of paradise for things that are due
The river that provides water and the mountain that has caves
Look into them you'll find lives of others sharing a loaf of bread,
And this thread through which I feel,
I find gentle palms praying for waves
To be calm in storms so that the universe guides
Playing the strings on rainy days.