Living with utter Confusion
Living with death,
Life is a wavy grass and shaky,
With time everything changes,
Every second new becomes old,
The lawn of life is tiny and pouting,
It is the window of the room of death,
Life happens in between death,
Death is solid life is liquid,
Walking is like struggling between
The worlds mundane and divine,
Standing on one shore looking for other,
Life is a painful struggle to fly a severed kite,
Life is a dream and it has no end,
The dream breaks within sleep
and sleep becomes deathless delight,
With the knowledge of death the seed of life sprouts,
Within the fabric of life remains as it's soul,
Life and death are pointless points,
One melts into the other like void embraces void,
Like a bird we live holding two paths in utter confusion
hanging in-between.
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Life is a painful struggle to fly a severed kite, Life is a dream and it has no end, ....//// excellent writings on life
Living with death, Life is a wavy grass and shaky, With time everything changes,
Every second new becomes old, The lawn of life is tiny and pouting, It is the window of the room of death,
One melts into the other like void embraces void, Like a bird we live holding two paths in utter confusion hanging in-between. ...
Every second new becomes old, The lawn of life is tiny and pouting, It is the window of the room of death, Life happens in between death,
Living with death, Life is a wavy grass and shaky, With time everything changes,
Walking is like struggling between The worlds mundane and divine,
One melts into the other like void embraces void, Like a bird we live holding two paths in utter confusion hanging in-between.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you PG for reading my longish poem and yes somewhere I read some dead poets had en-cashed Uppn DEATH POEMS you lead in them amen