There is a puzzle, I dare not to unriddle.
There is a question, seemingly unanswerable.
Is life all about aesthetics and their adoration?
Cause yesterday a lifeless tree held my attention.
Like a lush green tree in the springs is flowered.
A dry sandal tree with infinite fragrance blossomed.
More than the blinking fireflies full of life,
I adore the breathless stars in the dark of night.
I wonder, ls life all about beauty and vigor?
As the lifeless shells at the shore looked like a stellar.
Way more beautiful than the blooming pasture lands,
Sounded the chirping nestlings in a nest made of moribund grass.
More than the cheerful birds flying high up in the skies,
I cherish the waving flag, which is my nation's pride.
We often care too much, about life and miracle,
And ignore beautiful things, as they lack vigour.
The dilemma stays and the puzzle persists,
As we lose hopes in the darkest moments of life,
Even though we know the miracle of cosmos,
Every dark night us followed by a sky full of sunshine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Even though we know the miracle of cosmos, Every dark night us followed by a sky full of sunshine.' Yes there is always light at the end of the tunnel: -) Thanks for sharing Anjali :)
Thanks sir!