Wait for the choler to get cooler.
Easy to find reasons for disaffection.
It wasn't our fault.We seldom say Sorry
Or Thank you, because we have already
Thanked the Almighty, for all the things
We were meant to enjoy or survive.
It is superfluous and supererogatory
To praise or blame anything else.
In a sense, we are all refugees
Who have reached this world-life,
‘This here and now'.We make ourselves
As much at home as we can,
Without futile nostalgia or repulsion.
Honestly, we must confess,
We would prefer to live till dawn
Than cease to breathe, sleep denied.
In a sense, we are all refugees Who have reached this world-life, ‘This here and now'.We make ourselves As much at home as we can, Without futile nostalgia or repulsion., , , , , , , a meditation on death and life and the present experiences........ a fine poem which makes the reader think a l ot. tony
My note at the end of this verse is the motto I intend to follow. No repining, no blaming of anything, anyone.
When things go wrong, as they will, however carefully we plan, we need endurance, self-confidence, positive spirit. Let us not repine, and blame God or Fate or others; likewise, when life is enjoyable, let us take delight in the smallest thing, rather than claim credit for the turn of fortune.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poet's pen is a freedom tool.