You have but only one life…
whether you are glad or gloomy;
win or vanquished;
rejoice or repent;
There is but just one life!
.
Within its scope,
desires pile up like tamarind sprigs
words course through the pathways to reach papers;
the slumbering letters
lie drowsing on the finger tips dreaming of wakening
and the enduring yearning of bodies
swims across the night with aching feet.
.
There is some consolation and some consternation;
.
Some instances and some intentions
beam and blow out like the hands of a clock
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Would anybody ask about your wellbeing?
Would they bless you with something?
What more anyone would?
What else can anybody ask beyond this,
than asking, and cleansing themselves?
For that matter, what can anybody give?
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There is but one life that won’t re-start,
and for sure, there is never a second stint.
Translation ~ Nauduri Murthy
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