How shall I know
When dead trees will produce fresh flowers
And when my beloved will come from the hills
And soothe this orphaned, bereaving soul
Oh, the cruel and kind fate!
How shall I know
When the breeze will be a typhoon
And when my beloved would turn red in anger
And thwart my dreams slitting my throat.
Oh, the cruel and kind fate!
How shall I know
When earth will break open
And when my beloved would become my foe
And leave me alone to wander on hills and valleys
Oh, the cruel and kind fate!
How shall I know
When the uncertain next second will be born
And when the uncertain love of my life would depart
With its green and blue bountiful beauty
Oh, the cruel and kind fate!
Nothing certain, nothing permanent
Travel with poise, travel with elan
Until you reach the end.
A brilliantly evocative and engaging work.
Thank you so much Louis
True and universal. Presented beautifully with effective imagery and alliteration.
Thank you Parneet ji
Thank you Parneet ji