Why is there life?
Why is there death?
Why are there tragedies?
Why are there feasts?
Why is there evil?
Why is there good?
Why is there care?
Why is there neglect?
Why are there memories
Why is there forgetfulness?
Why is there despair
Why is there hope?
Why is there childhood?
Why is there adulthood?
Why is there disease?
Why is there health?
Funny and mysterious life
with all its polarities!
Hold on to its fulcrum
as its polarities rotate!
A pregnancy of wisdom giving birth to life with two horns of diametrical contrasts. The poem is rendered in a simple, smooth flowing diction, imbued with rhetorical questions and imagery of contrasts.
Hi, Hilakshi, thanks for your wonderful response. I will find time to read some of your poems sometime. Thanks a lot.
Thanks, dear Thomas, for responding and relating this piece to another you can think of. I may find time to listen to Moody Blues's song. Thanks a lot.
Polar Opposites control us. These questions haunt us too.Marvelous thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Tunji, for your very reflective response, giving assessment on the content. Really appreciated.