A small poem on life's philosophy by Biswajit Basu
TIME & FATE
I have swaggered down the narrow path of life
Peeping hither and thither under rocks and stones
Hoping to find a tunnel to happiness
Of landscapes where the forests are lush and gold
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Where bubbling streams go their merry way
In unthinking delight unknowing whether they will skyward as rain go
Or perhaps as an insignificant drop in the vast salty sea below
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And lofty cedars and junipers the sky do seek
And the resplendent rhodendron blooms pink and purple on the carpet below our feet
Rendering the landscape a joy to behold
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But I know, under each stone could be a scorpion instead
Tail curled to strike and its venom deep inside to bed
Tumultuous writhings, cries and strain
Bringing the white agony of distress and pain
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But the stones and rocks have to be turned
To unfold what the enigma of Time has fated for you
Life is thus an unending quest.
Of things simply fated to happen to you.
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