Rice stirs and steams in a boiler,
does it not reflect the life of humans?
From murky, thick, and hazy waters,
we persist like a grain of rice.
We burst free from the cover of the care,
and face the harsh truth of the world.
As we flourish in the midst of struggle and muck,
and comes out from the depth like the rice does.
Boiling in the kettle of fate and keeping patience,
this is what life demands to simmer and soften.
Just as rice transforms, so do we,
cooking our path to what will be.
Each grain has a specific purpose so true,
and they come together as we should do.
Our lives unroll from pot to plate,
seasoned with both hot and cold slate.
The sweltering heat of trials, a searing feat,
refining our souls for a delectable treat.
We discover ourselves in the kitchen of worth
blending flavours to make our own birth.
Though the ground and the path differ,
yet we both have the similar ending.
What a marvellous comparison! Rice grain and our life.Wonderfully penned, dear Asim ji....10 + to my favourite
We pass through several stages of life progresses and each stage has its own challenges to overcome. A beautiful poem
This is an excellent piece....as always... thank u....my friend...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A philosophical poem comparing human life to Rice grain. I enjoyed reading your poem. Yes how well you described 'Sperms' and Ovums and then coming to this world.