My Friend, My Love
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