🧡Somewhere Over the Rainbow #39 With Prats in our hearts🧡 - Page 101

Originally posted by: vibraj

Madi is superb in whatever she does!

That's right. Our Madi is great.

"She is beautiful but her looks never stood a chance compared to how breathtaking her soul is."

– Joseph Colombrita

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

How is everyone?

Cricket is a passion, Nado, an obsession in India, and few people even behave irrationally sometimes. The other day, a 23 year old hung himself to death in Kolkata as India lost the finals, I feel sorry for such skewed thinking, how can your life and happiness depend upon just one overwhelming obsession?

Have a good day everyone, be blessed always, value the gift of life!

OMG ! It is truly terrible for a young man to take his own life at the age of 23. I believe that the match was just an occasion and that there are deeper problems behind it. Regardless, it is a great tragedy.

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Friends, added one poem to Nado's Poetry.

Please leave something there as a comment.

There is no title; that is why I've given this new title. How is it??!!

A walking Bird With A Sweet Smile

Link--

https://www.indiaforums.com/fanfiction/chapter/45237

Thank you Madi

Antić wrote the poem "The myth of the bird" which has LVIII parts and I have translated only one part for you. I found that untitled part and now I found the name of the song.

Change the title if you want, Maddy. This title, which you put, is also OK for me.

I will post those parts of the song that have a good enough translation.

Originally posted by: cygnet9

He might have drawn parallel of India loosing World cup with his life failures, hence took extreme step.

And I am inclined to explain this unfortunate step, the young man, in that way, Padmaja.

Good night Padmaja

Happy new day All

AGREEMENT

Of the two loads, the first carries the heavier,

so the second difficulty will be easier for you

for an already overcome effort.

Choose to travel when the weather is bad

and when traces are hidden.

Choose a more incomprehensible science.

Don't start things already started.

You are not interested in questions.

You are only interested in the last question.

Miroslav Mika Antic

The myth of the bird

I

Who feels the weight of the earth in his shoulders

like hidden pain

belongs to the descendants of those in ancient times

knew about the skill of hovering:

to that completely different species of our ancestors,

not those that reach us with blood from the inside,

but some airy ones that touch us only from the outside

with lips as golden as eternity.

This is the genealogy from which we have inherited

incurable torture to think.

And they received a pupil as a gift that does not add up

and does not transmit impressions,

rather, it is a sense with the experiences of a future.

It is one thing: to see with sight, and another: to see sight.

II

Today it is difficult to even describe those strange ancestors of ours

overgrown with wind and light.

Only hugs remind us a little

in their way of flying.

Or that, when we unexpectedly discover in ourselves

the possibility to create such forms

from which - when one closes the ear and listens -

reaching the wings.

If pedestals were known in their time,

these were not footholds and foundations, but catapults.

In too much passion to overcome everything that sinks

they wrote poems in space using such dimensions

which bring us to the very edge of panic.

Already then they were: tomorrow. Even then they were: we.

Miroslav Mika Antić

Originally posted by: nn027

Happy new day All

AGREEMENT

Of the two loads, the first carries the heavier,

so the second difficulty will be easier for you

for an already overcome effort.

Choose to travel when the weather is bad

and when traces are hidden.

Choose a more incomprehensible science.

Don't start things already started.

You are not interested in questions.

You are only interested in the last question.

Miroslav Mika Antic

The myth of the bird

I

Who feels the weight of the earth in his shoulders

like hidden pain

belongs to the descendants of those in ancient times

knew about the skill of hovering:

to that completely different species of our ancestors,

not those that reach us with blood from the inside,

but some airy ones that touch us only from the outside

with lips as golden as eternity.

This is the genealogy from which we have inherited

incurable torture to think.

And they received a pupil as a gift that does not add up

and does not transmit impressions,

rather, it is a sense with the experiences of a future.

It is one thing: to see with sight, and another: to see sight.

II

Today it is difficult to even describe those strange ancestors of ours

overgrown with wind and light.

Only hugs remind us a little

in their way of flying.

Or that, when we unexpectedly discover in ourselves

the possibility to create such forms

from which - when one closes the ear and listens -

reaching the wings.

If pedestals were known in their time,

these were not footholds and foundations, but catapults.

In too much passion to overcome everything that sinks

they wrote poems in space using such dimensions

which bring us to the very edge of panic.

Already then they were: tomorrow. Even then they were: we.

Miroslav Mika Antić

Both poems are such masterpieces of thoughts and fancy, thank you for sharing and loved the title, The Myth of the Bird!

Good morning!

I hope all good with everyone. Agree with you, Nado n, Padma, that young guy must be having many underlying issues and our defeat in the finals was only a trigger, unfortunately!

Have a good day everyone, dignity and sanity to all!

Originally posted by: cygnet9

Hello Rainbow Friends

Good Night all

Originally posted by: nn027

Thank you Madi

Antić wrote the poem "The myth of the bird" which has LVIII parts and I have translated only one part for you. I found that untitled part and now I found the name of the song.

Change the title if you want, Maddy. This title, which you put, is also OK for me.

I will post those parts of the song that have a good enough translation.

Have a great day. I will change the Title.

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

I hope all good with everyone. Agree with you, Nado n, Padma, that young guy must be having many underlying issues and our defeat in the finals was only a trigger, unfortunately!

Have a good day everyone, dignity and sanity to all!