Life is the fragrance of flower
That ebbs and rises with the wind
Life sparkles like a sweet dawn
Leaving the dark night behind
Life holds in its veneer the night
When its day ends with the sun
Life rolls on with mud and talc
Till the moment when soul is gone
Life is a river that hides inside vales
Of happiness and terrains of sorrow
Till the time soul meets its source
And there is no today or no tomorrow
Life is a tale of grandpa with kings
And demons playing their roles
Like a tide it gets lost in sands of
Time ending all glories and goals
Life is a river that hides inside vales Of happiness and terrains of sorrow Till the time soul meets its source And there is no today or no tomorrow The most beautiful stanza in the poem! Once the soul meets its source, there is no today or tomorrow, only eternity timelessly stretching!
Thanks for giving time and for wonderful comment. Feeling flattered. My regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You sum up life with all its phases and nuances very effectively here in this poem. Well done.
Thanks very much for reading and liking. Nice comment. Regards.