Everything is a music in this universe-
with rhythm of
ascent and descent
waxing and waning
rise and fall
light and shadow
joy and sorrow.
All is played in turn-
tune of sorrow and joy,
lyric of laughter and cry.
Nothing is there
to please you or pain you for ever.
If it's day, night is not too far;
if it's night, day is not too far.
All is dancing so insanely,
elegantly, endlessly.
Despair is nothing but
pain of attachment to one side of story.
Tell me o man,
how come light would exist
without existence of shadow?
Why are you so numb to feel
that is so easily palpable?
Don't you hear the eternal lyric
made of joy and sorrow
that is played by this universe?
Don't you see the endless dance
of light and shadow
dancing in close embrace?
© Arun Maji
Painting: Andrew Atroshenko
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