Life's a celebration,
if lived each moment.
Each moment is then golden,
glorious, always shining and gay,
bubbling up and sparkling,
like a bright and sunny day.
Through the sunshine of joys,
the shadows of sorrows,
bereft of Past or Future's traces,
as it evolves and grows.
Our longings, like bees,
gather love and beauty,
in a swarm of zeal,
from the world, wide and free,
and fill up our soul,
with ecstasy and pleasure,
we are honeybees on the hive,
children on the mother’s bosom.
Resting in her lap, secure,
feeling a thrill to stretch
to heights of the sky, depths of the sea,
what wonders this may fetch!
This moment's only to relish
and solve what comes its way,
and without any blockade,
accept or ignore, without sway.
For we can’t change a bygone moment,
a moment to come we can’t touch,
this moment's the only that shapes,
and our dreams must adopt it as such.
So what's life?
Life is exhilaration,
if lived through each moment.
Life is a celebration,
if lived through each moment.
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Amrit Rathi
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