The Spices Of Life Poem by Gautam Sen

One blames the flame of misfortune
that incises life to a concise spot,
while fortune smiles slitting through clouds
oft goes undetected for ignorance.

Abundance jeopardizes sharpness
of mind, sensibility dies with time;
simplicity is evergreen
yet abandoned for the rising opulence
and materialistic views
killing all muses and sparkles of life.

Instances lying in numbers
where we react with ill fated facts -
If an earthquake or tsunami
hits and hurts life on earth,
is treated as curse,
but how many rainbows in the sky
are acknowledged as a matter of grace?

Clouds gather and rains do shower,
plants grow green yielding flowers of colors,
each kernel of the fruits consumed -
provisions are made enough for life on earth.
So may strife be seen as a thorny path to
roses' sweetness for those who can taste.

Let there be no anguish -
no angst within
for the calamities of life on terrain.
Destiny is never foreseen
yet forcing us to a predestined lane -
strive against all strife else you miss
the spices of life - willful gift of God.