English Literature – Poetry ☆ – ‘Inevitable Fate…’ – ☆ Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ☆

(Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi—an ex Naval Officer, possesses a multifaceted personality. He served as Senior Advisor in prestigious Supercomputer organisation C-DAC, Pune. An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad was involved in various Artificial Intelligence and High-Performance Computing projects of national and international repute. He has got a long experience in the field of ‘Natural Language Processing’, especially, in the domain of Machine Translation. He has taken the mantle of translating the timeless beauties of Indian literature upon himself so that it reaches across the globe. He has also undertaken translation work for Shri Narendra Modi, the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India, which was highly appreciated by him. He is also a member of ‘Bombay Film Writer Association’.)

We present his awesome poem ~ ‘Inevitable Fate...’ ~We extend our heartiest thanks to the learned author Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji, who is very well conversant with Hindi, Sanskrit, English and Urdu languages for sharing this classic poem.  

☆ ~ ‘Inevitable Fate…’ ~ ☆

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It’s just a thought which occurred while untangling the maze, called: Life. I found that the “Life” is a quest, an exploration of the transient nature of the human existence. Mortality reigns supreme. The flame of the time, doesn’t spare anyone. Even the most powerful authoritarian personality; be it a king or a pauper has to face the same fate. Even the all powerful “devil” having unimaginable power, glory and vanity is reduced to “a handful of ashes”.

The destiny’s message is very clear: that our evanscent life, will someday be gone, and like ashes will get merged into the dust; and, our grandeur and might will be of no use. It’s a humbling reminder of the inevitability of death and the importance of cherishing every moment of the life, living in harmony with the utmost humility.

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☆ ~ ‘Inevitable Fate…’ ~ ☆

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A lifetime of grandeur with power & clout abound,

A devil who once thought himself above the rest,

Now just a handful of ashes, lies in mundane dust,

His pompous glory decimated, and legacy unblest

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His wealth, his status, his power, all lost to time,

His existence, a brief momentary shining light,

His memory, a faint whisper, consigned to flame

Extinguished now, lost in the oblivious dark night

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A humbling truth, awaiting us all, when death knocks

All the grandeur, all the might, gets reduced to dust,

That our lives, like ashes, will, someday, be gone

A poignant reminder, of fragile life’s inevitable trust

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