The Rhythm of LIfe
Rhythm of life is there for every eye
There is life and there is death,
there is hope and there is despair
the heart beats and the beating stops.
Every song has its last line
Every journey reaches its destiny.
Winter changes into spring
Spring into summer, and summer
into autumn of golden leaves.
There is hunting season and
a season to halt hunting.
There is a season for planting
and a season for harvesting.
We all sow and reap
work and earn
invest and gain
play and win
lose and play again.
The rhythm of life continues
in every human breath
in every song and heartbeats
in every journey on the road
in every season and struggle
to win and replay the same old rhythms.
Beautiful poem. despite all the odds and laurels life has to go on. There is no other option. Very sweetly crafted. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THanks for your response, Anil Kumar Panda. Thanks for taking time to read. Have a good day and God bless you.