The ephemerality of life shines
as he dines
through galores of food,
but alone in wood.
He has to accept
the burning fact
for which he is born,
laid on the path of thorn.
Can’t just see the one,
and rest none.
Have to act now or it’s never,
before the rising fever
Stands as monster, tall
before the fall
into the dark slumber…
Count the death number!
HearT SpeaK 
“Have to act now or it’s never” is the message I take away with me from this.
Yes… 🙂
reminded me of ravan. standing tall like a monster- very thought provoking term.
thank god that you found my blog 🙂
peace and happiness.
Hey… A good reference… We all have Ravan(s) within us 🙂
I rather like the opening line of the poem ..”The ephemerality of life shines..”..to it points out quite strongly the brevity of life.
do keep adding new poems, i agree i am reading all of them but dont forget to add up new ones.
Hi Trisha,
Actually, I alternate b/w Hindi and English poems… If u r comfortable with Hindi then plz visit 🙂
Mera Dil
“He has to accept
the burning fact
for which he is born,”
So we’re born to live, and or but for some people, to die.
And, a reality, But, fear of that reality.