How do you quantify care?
How do you compute dare?
How much is enough for prayer?
How happy is a lair?
Feelings don’t have a measure,
These exist at their leisure,
Can bring boundless pain or pleasure,
Can be a burden or a treasure.
Dualities in life are imperative,
Happiness and sadness are relative.
Love-hate, like-dislike are prerogative,
Belief and faith, like shields, can be protective.
Sentiments are all about perspective.
Emotional reactions are not objective.
So much in life is subjective.
Nature, literature, art, music are not directive.
How does absolute exist with opinion?
Is one a master and the other a minion?
Age and time are absolute and relative.
Wisdom, virtues and vices are comparative.
In life filled with comparison,
One important and enduring lesson,
Most exquisite entities are above reason,
These don’t belong to a time, person or season.
Published by Shalini Kathuria Narang
Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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