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Tomorrow is yet another day
Caressed by the first rays in the
eastern sky
A new day opens its eyes -
New desires, new
dreams, new songs and laughter.
The Morn, a child of the twilight
dawn,
Spreading its wings like a flight
of excited pigeons,
Glides around,
full of the joy of life.
The day proceeds, Morning rolls on
to Mid-day;
Nurtured by light, the Day's now a
strapping youth -
His forehead adorned with
The fiery sun,
now elevated to the middle of the sky.
With scenarios changing, the chariot
of duties staggers along,
The battle continues between vice
and virtue.
Age, gradually, takes its toll;
Wearied of the hushed exhaustion,
The Day droops
down beyond the western sky taking the sun alongwith.
The Afternoon mingles into Dusk.
The stars appear to embellish the
Night's attire
With shining sequins.
Night, unaccompanied, proceeds to
her secret tryst,
To unite with her beloved at journey's
end in the eastern sky,
Soul merges into
soul,
In pure joyous ecstasy comes into being a new Day.
Transcending cycles of life continues
this recreation of the Creator.
Time marches on - a never ending saga.
I tread the same path,
And drift away
in the stream of time.
The Sun rises and sets, days pass
by -
Time never waits.
Yet,
I find no interest,
The rhythm of time seems meaningless.
My day starts with a glimpse of you,
and so it ends, too.
When you are by my side, time progresses
at lightning speed.
When you leave at the day's end, darkness
pervades my eyes -
A night that seems
endless.
Why does it happen?
(This poem and the translation were contributed by
Kausik Datta kausik_datta@hotmail.com)
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