Dear: Losar Greetings

At every step,

At every feeling inept,

At every critical moment,

At every sight passing,

Thou throb and discriminate,

Thou dodge, jink for a spree—

A moment for a pale happiness,

A touch of love so starved.

No matter how stale or sweet,

Thou pursue by wading and toiling,

A life what it’s, a yonder dream so fresh,

Yet thy pulse rate being strained…

With this backbone feeling,

The prime bio-substance that lets live,

A story of simple soul concludes—

An impression vividly left on the speck of posterity.

With this feeling begun perturbed,

The nurturing process shapes thee,

How a simple life yet ambivalently complex,

How thou leave by casting those sad blinks

Like, as it’s, how attached thou art,

How a vortex of thy last struggle fails thee,

How this feeling swells to such height

That takes thee by surprise, a revelation.

So the only beauty of thy mundane life

Lies in this feeling that rules thee

At the subtlest moment to a crude one

With its manifestations as varied as thou.

So thou hold on it that guides thee

At every step,

At every feeling inept,

At every critical moment,

At every sight passing.