The Bliss Of Life Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

The wind howls through the SAJANAA tree;
The dragon flies dance madly
To the tune of pattering drops of rain;
Life laments sitting in the rocking chair;
Crows pick the scraps of stale chapatis
Merrily from my courtyard.

Have you ever seen
Flowers weaving knots of trust;
The layer of poison
On the rosy lips of the beloved?

Have you ever heard
The heart breaking moan of the sparrows;
The carefree branches swinging
To attract the free birds
And singing their love for the clod of the earth?

The struggle of life goes on nonstop
Even after every colour fades;
The trampled grass even yearns
to live
To taste wholesomely
The bliss of life and its grace.

©®Dasharath Naik