aelolive

Death teaches the glory of life;   Mountains, valleys, seas, the sky give us an idea of our comprehensiveness.  The consciousness of time teaches us that infinite and eternal we are;  Air suggests to us the tune of ‘Oum’.  — Let there be the wails of lamentation or peals of happy laughter,  — Helplessness of circumstances or the sobbing state of the environment,  — Angry words of complaints or utterances of curse,  — Showers of blames or the pains of law violations,  — The fragrance of love or the drops of enthusiastic aspirations,  — Flowers of smile or the thorns of tears.  All feelingly make us realize their individual significance. • Hungry bellies, moistened eyes, faded faces— do they not lift the corpses of comforts?  • Does the loneliness of trouble not look for happiness and comfort?  • Do broken hearts not give the message of death? • Wild cries, the bitter gesture of envy and...