Whispers of Transience

Whispers of Transience:

Life is like a morning breeze,

Which, we cannot hold on, in ease,

The moments which make us please,

We, in spite of wish cannot freeze.

The real, the dear, and the near ones,

A part from us, as winds from rose,

We miss, in hearts but never disclose

A storm of memories, in us, arose.

A bitter reality, it is , we know

We cannot help but have to bow.

(By AMJAD MAJEED)

Summary of the poem:

 

Life is as beautiful as the fresh and pleasant morning air. But just as we cannot keep the wind close to us and it touches our being and passes by giving us a pleasure, in the same way the joys found in life are some moments that make us happy like the love of our parents. Of course, we are unable to preserve the attention and affection that we get in childhood because life moves on at a different pace. 

 

We want to preserve the moments we enjoy. But despite our desire, we cannot freeze them. The most real relationships in the world, i.e. mother, father, sister, brother, these are the innocent relationships from which real love is obtained. 

There is no selfish greed or need hidden in these relationships, but only compassion, love and sincerity. If any of them is  separated from us forever or temporarily, just like the wind passes through a rose flower, take the fragrance of the flower with it, but that flower cannot stop the wind. 

We also Can't stop loved ones from being separated from us. We remember them but we do this in our hearts and do not share this fact with anyone. 

A storm of memories arises in us but we do not let others realize it. This is a bitter reality of life, we know that life goes like this, but we can't do anything but surrender to this reality.