Life

A plant sprouts

With its tender little shoots

And knows not

From where it came

And will take which of the routes.

Growing in its ignorance,

It slowly turns out to be crazy,

Is puffed up with pride,

Teasing others,

Kidding weathers,

Singing songs,

Blind to every right and wrong.

Oh, what has happened to it?

Now anyone else

It has nothing to do with!

Absolutely confined,

Giving friends a cold look,

Deep in melancholy

Like a closed book.

Eyes half opened, oppressed, depressed

For love and caresses he is pressed.

My God,

It now looks as pale as a ghost!

Now about to complete its journey

Like a vehicle

Driven by a man;

Nay, by the Almighty

He has been carried in the time-van.  

-          Ramesh Tiwari