THE RUBEX CUBE
(i)
My life like the chequered faces of the
Rubex Cube,
With one side uniformly synchronised,
And other five out of tune!
Does not bother me even for a while,
For variety is the spice of life!
While those variegated sides,
Add color to my drab and mundane life!
Though some may find it rather odd,
That I should be such an odd man out,
Without my uniformed colored side masks!
But I have always found, all these pre-
programmed stuff,
To be be dull and monotonous, -
Like the blind man's buff!
(ii)
I feel myself to be in rhythm,
With the chequered face of Time,
While travelling down life's road,
Leaving my loved ones behind;
As I cross life's mile stones,
Without looking behind!
For our life is an union of oppossites,
A celebration of comming together,
But alas, only for a while!
Since in each fond union lies embedded,
The seeds of separation,
Swon by the cruel hands of time!
But my chequered sides remain forever
synchronised and in tune,
With Time's chequered flow;
Which Time cannot disrupt, nor break,
With its cruel blows!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
29 Jan 08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem