Do you see them lives,
floating over the labyrinth
of time immemorial?
Or until one day,
Their existence may remind one
Of what life meant
And in the end, it is still a journey
to find and be found! Peekaboo!
Did they hunt, did they dive
Did they capture their
Prey of their hunger or lust?
Did they give light
To the fellows of their kind?
Or all they did was to
Spend each and every moment
In praising the worst of kind
And gathering unit by unit
Every rich they can fathom
And in the end did they just
Leave all in that grainery, just
So, their kind may plunder
On them riches, instead
Of praise any of their deeds..
Oh fleeting time, how I wish,
I can capture you in my heart
Relive each divine memory of
Larks and cuckoos full of life,
Parakeets and pisces of all colors,
Flowers in garden, rich with blooms
Of so many colors, shapes or fragrances,
Yet we know that time plays its number
On every one of them, waiting for one plant
To bloom its magnificent creation only to whither away the
next moment,
Oh life there is no better art than you
Nor is there a story, more dramatic than you,
O Apsara, O Chetana O Kamini
Of what is left of life,
May you preserve your beauty
In thoughts and fill the earth
With more such miracles
Let the new rays of Sun,
Dawn a golden new morning
With heaven walking on earth or
Men seeking the heavens,
To rise against everything
That creates hurt in every life…
May that morning be here, now,
Waiting for you to allow
Your palm to release
The greatness in you!
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