By: Darshan S, Grewal
“Rough and toilsome is the road of life: they said:
“It is up-hill all the way,” I said:
No roses, no jasmines, but thorns instead
Skies over me are alto crimson red.”
Clock is clicking neither slow nor fast.
Like happy times, sorrow will also pass.
Like a leaf on the current cast:
With never a break in the rapid flaw.
We watch them, as one by one they ga.
Into the never returning past
Only a few years left to love:
Why are you so afraid to meet?
Come flying like a white dave,
Try to make life a heavenly treat,
Those rose-petal lips rare and sweet.
In the dusty road of life?
Being and nonbeing produce each other,
Free and confine complement each other,
Tall and short attract each other,
High and low contrast with each other. Before and after go along with each other,
You and I made for each other.
Article extracted from this publication >> April 22, 1994
