സേക്ര‍ഡ് ഹാർട്ട് എച്ച്.എസ്.എസ്. ദ്വാരക/കവിതകൾ

==THE BEAUTIFUL SLICE== Life is an enigmatic dream,
where all of us characters in it;
we see everything dubiously,
prouding happiness everywhere.
Where can we find happiness in life?
Either in the innocence of childhood,
or in the maturity of adulthood,
or in the weakness of oldage...
Childhood,the most beautiful period-
of a human life where everyone,
travel through the abyses of innocence-
and break all the trammels
The days of mysterious mischifs,
The days of fabulous freedom,
The days of infinitesimal interests,
The days of squiggling styles.
In the delectating youth,
where friends are guides;
We strut around with no one affront-
and dispols the mellous love of parents.
The days of slurry emotions,
The days of abrupt decisions,
The days of various wantoness The days of innappropriate ambush.
The flimly old age,
where all tired and weak-
makes us distress and talk,
thinking of all dooms in life.
The days of vile thoughts,
The days of obscure loneliness,
The days of gravely feeling,
The days of drowsing decorations.
As the people who were,
summoned by fate in a flood;
scattered in religious animosity,
the happiness scatters away from us.
Which of these slices,
can deluge you with happiness?
The answer, so elementary:
'It is not these slices!'
But the answer was in the slices:
'The bitering love and hearful hope,
helps to decipher happiness and life;
It stows you in happiness.'
Life is a gift-
Enjoy it!
celebrate it!
Live it!