Contrary to the ideas of existence
There are heavens beyond the fall,
Beyond the mightiness of benign oceans
Rough seas to engulf us all.
And there are stars far away,
In which the flowers always bloom
Not tucked into their destiny of survival
for their growth there's uninterrupted room
To every pleasure, there is pain,
To every smile there is disdain
There are races which achieve none,
And yet blissful is their gain.
And I too seem to be caught,
In the contradictions of that world apart,
Suffering for purchasing some life,
Yet uncertain when life would itself part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We live with contradictions but at the same time, we cherish them like a painter does with strokes of black & white, light and shade etc. There is always a dawn of hope behind every streak of darkness. We have to strike a balance between the extremes: To every pleasure, there is pain / To every smile there is disdain. Thanks for such a lovely poem.