The Flow Of Opposites Poem by Ayni Poet

Agony and ecstasy have met
On the same field where they always collide,
Ecstasy casting storms of roses and
Agony sending burning thorns to its friend.

One pretends to be the kind of happiness,
A plenitude of generosity, wealth and superlatives,
While the other is the climax of sadness,
An ocean of bad future, misery and greed.

They chase around one another,
And in between their hands all life seems to happen,
Only the wise escape them,
By not believing their games!