So mysterious is the rule of life
Forget the night once the day dawns
Forget the land once reach at the prey
Forget those many lives slain vicariously
In this journey as mere harmful worms
Forget this lighted candle
After glimpsing at the burning fire
Forget all the sins cruelly committed
As the pretext of petty mistakes
Forget those trusted pair of safe hands
Once another new hand beckon
Forget to wipe out those tears
That was left rolling from the eyes
Forget that girl possessed for erotic pleasure
In the inebriated darkness of night
As a Barbie doll with the rise of morning sun
Forget the connection of soul with infinity
Forget one’s own entity
And in the speedy hours of life
Forget to think about death in gaiety.
(NOTE: This is an English translation by me from a Hindi poem written by my dearest Sunandita Datta, [in pic] currently pursuing Forensic Science at Amity Institute, Noida, India.)
So mysterious is the rule of life