Those fairy beauties are drifting away,
Life's gift fading away,
One by one.
And in tandem with their pace
Every cell of my body is withering
Slowly, but surely.
No, no; I don't want to be sad,
I don't want to lose hope.
I must sharpen my sense
To perceive
What is otherwise not that perceptible.
I must.
This blue sky
This rainbow
This golden dusk
This misty morning
This smiling flower
This tune of flute
May flourish in my heart
Anew
With new meaning engraved in them.
What else could I live for?
How else could I give meaning to a life
That is otherwise losing meaning
Little by little?
Beauty of life is all about
Finding meaning in things
That is otherwise meaningless.
I must train
Yes, I must myself again and again
To find that meaning.
© Arun Maji
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I would like to translate this poem
Beauty of life is all about Finding meaning in things That is otherwise meaningless. I must train Yes, I must myself again and again To find that meaning..........beautifully said; just love it; I enjoyed this