The Journey Of Life Poem by Jahan Zeb
The Journey Of Life
I rose from the east, travelling west
With bright eyes, looked at the earth,
With my warmth to many, I gave birth,
I know in the west I have to rest,
To my back are the loud laughing faces,
Living merrily with love ones enjoying lives,
Going in evening with gifts in hands to hives,
In front are those who have run, won the races,
How many of the flowers will store my name,
A sun that once on them dim but shone,
Some will come and read my name on the Stone,
With my flesh will perish my name and fame,
But I have people in front of me, waiting,
No reason to scold west no reason for hating.
Fav part: No reason to scold west no reason for hating. You couldnt be anu more right! :)
i am speechless you make me speechless............... love payal
very nice poem very beautifully written by you! i liked it very much!
In the first stanza, likening yourself to the Sun and this is beautiful The second i am less sure about but i read it as feeling slightly envious of these people, as because you donot have your wife beside you: -(it makes watching them with your bright eyes very painful (not sure what gift in hand s to hives means) the people (flowers who's lives you have brightened will ofcourse remember you! some one who has loved this deeply is someone to know and cherish (third Stanza) and yes your wife is waiting patiently, more beautiful than ever, so please she would want you to try your hardest to live happily and because of this there is no reason to hate! ! (as you can see I rested my head on the shoulder of this poem and gave it a cuddle! x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:01:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
No reason for hating...yes, we are all flesh of no name and fame that will eventually perish. Let us enjoy our time under the sun by sharing love. Thanks for your poem.