Theme: Life

If I Wither Another Blooms

by Mukul Dahal
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(Original in Nepalese by Nepali poet Sharada Sharma
 Translation by Mukul Dahal)

My being
is not final.
In my absence
another blooms.
Life's note of
musical cadence,
resembling it,
my journey,
undoubtedly,
has a limit.
But the serene of my footfall,
isn't the end of a tune.
If I come to a rest,
the next moves.
Surge and snap the waves as ever.
Life is a current,
flows down in a chainy flow;
chains of dreams,
chains of illusions,
chains of ceremonies and auspicious occasions,
chains of pathos and obstacles.
On disappearing of a tide,
the ocean turns not into a void,
goes not vacant.
In the absolute continuum of chains,
life keeps flowing endless,
parallel to death.
Continually blooms against the backdrop of mystery,
the most beautiful flower of creation.
My being on the earth,
my existence,
is not timeless.
If I wither,
another blooms.

21-May-2006

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