Life! There is nothing lovelier than it.
How lovely the thing you call life is!
There it blossoms in the ditch of the dice
not callous and frail, as most suppose,
but musical as is Lord Krishna’s flute.
And a perpetual banquet of hope, where
no ominous chimera reigns evermore- If
you spill your sweat with much patience
and truth, on the cradle of your dreams.
Hail life! There is nothing that has not
in it, an ounce of your embryon atoms,
treading the virginity of infinite, with
thousand kisses on the forehead of the sky;
though in a vicious circle you always move.


Copyright 2006 Bhuwan Thapaliya