Misfortune barks at fortune
Jagadish Brajabacy *
Albeit one's good health and wealth
With one's beautiful wife and sons
One pulls a long face off and on
Surrounded by one's kith and kin
Who else on earth likes to be mirthless
As if he were a creature
Extraterrestial and strange
Pretending to be the foe of mirth
None of us long to be in distress
All of us long to be happy
And toil and toil to climb the ladder
That lifts us to the peak of joy
Why does one wear then a sad look
In one's heyday of a mirthful life
As if one applies for miseries
At some regular intervals?
Why does he live a joyless life
For many years empty of joy
As though for him the earth is hell
Where he is captured and tortured?
All of us wish to be joyful
But we suffer against our will
Despite our effort to enjoy
As if we wish for misfortune
According to the good old world:
"Fortune and misfortune coexist
In the life span of a man on earth
With misfortune barking at fortune."
Unseen and invisible are
Both fortune and misfortune that rules
With the might of a bulldozer
That harms luck, a damsel in distress
Lo! life's a transmigration of soul
An act ofhuman spirit soul
Travelling from one life to the next
On the wings of its vice and virtue.
* Poem written by Jagadish Brajabacy for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on September 28 2014.
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