I hate thee, O cruel Life!
You shower down every horrid thing on me;
You make me run through the fog
Of confusion and uncertainty – A race without prize;
You force me to bear being stung
By the huge crowd of venomous creatures;
You set me to learn the practices of mad men;
Nay, there... oh I forgot about the blessed friend
With whom to enjoy the divine hours of being alone
In some remote corner of the sky or among the stars.
No, no! I still hate thee, my life.
The love of my life is nothing more than a sweet dream.
But then again I love thee.
Thank you, my little Life, for bringing me
The mere thought of my Love.
- Ramesh Chandra Tiwari
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