So much of what
We know of life
We learn it from
Our own life, but
Life is not only
What we know of it
But more often
It is something,
Which we don’t know
Like the cavernous
Fissure of the tragedy
Because life,
A cross between
Certainty and uncertainty
Is nothing, but the
Symphony of destiny
Mysterious, capricious, and elastic
Like the momentary reverie
Copyright 2003 Bhuwan Thapaliya
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "Symphony Of Destiny"
Reviewed by Libby Stone (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2003
You make us bleed with compassion! Thank you.
Many Blessings,
Libby
Such a powerful write, while in Mexico I saw small children laying in the streets, no families, left homeless to die. This picture brought back memories.
Bhuwan, love your writing. You truly are a compassionate soul. One never knows what tomorrow will bring but it is he who ponders its' outcome that really cares.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Many Blessings,
Libby
Wise words.
Nico
Another masterpiece Bhuwan...
Nancy
you have the soul of an angel!!
Love Tinka
This is one of those that I found myself nodding my head as I read. Well penned.
Tami