Poem Re: Sketch

 

(Poem ) Re: Sketch

 

Poem
Re: Sketch 
 
Saran Rai
 
Bewildered, perplexed and in utter dilemma
How to move up and above
Laughing or bearing pain and pathema?
Closing a story fleeting and sombre.
Letters written and erased, blackboard, chalk and duster
There's no one else to write but the Supreme Master.
Human world, last dimension and the final acceptance.
What, how, when ,how many will there be - was there.
Drama, essay, story, poem - by no means are man
However it's sketched ,dumped as vain
No sketch is the same because of variance in seeing and feeling
- because each man's journey is his own share.
The light keeps on burning and spreading of its own nature.
When it goes off, even in the darkness, those who remember,
say there was light before.
Now what to be - prickly thorns or inspiring flowers
that teaches how to smile?
Make no mistake, for life is short and fragile.
 
Translated By Madhukar Suvedi
 

 

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