Eternal darkness,
A spark of light
Flies like the fireflies
In the darkest night.
It is nothing
In comparison with the eternity,
In this short period we are to fight
With thousands of odds and brutality,
Uncountable hurdles we are to face,
Diseases, grief and pain are no less,
Yet to gain the ungained
And to know the unknown
Is our supreme base.
What we do on earth
Is to satiate the bird,
Seven sins rule us
Derailed are we thus,
Blessings of God
Then saves as a guard.
There is a mysterious bird in us,
That can not be seen,
It can only be felt,
And comes here only for a moment
And goes back
where once it had been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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