Whatever you have got
With less
or hard effort
Hold them close tight
to your chest
as they are your only own
and welcome
satisfaction to dwell upon
and let your breast
be wide with indomitable pride
and never allow them
to drown
never allow them
to fade away
like a piece of cloth
like that of your shirt
when you stand and see helplessly
and all gliters go
and never allow
any idea too
to sneak into
to provoke you to think
that whatever you have got
were merely a fluke
actually it is a con
works like a freak
makes your mind
fickle
make you think
that whatever
you have not hooked
was a bigger fish
created a bigger ripple
sing so sweet
at distance
rise high
under their golden wings
carry rays
and claimed the sun
as it is not your encaged bird
lay an careful ear
and listen to wind
it tells you
that it is your illusion
which does not like you
to settle
and does not like you
to feast upon
let your achievement
to grow
as every thing
has its own meaning
inside it a silver line
a sky
to spread
a ground to go deep
nourish it
as you nourish a sapling.
Achievements: unsatisfying greed is the wings of Satan Dil mange more
Hard earned achievements have real value and those earned by fluke go away. Nicely developed poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if we strive to achieve we will succeed. Inside is a silver line, a sky nourish it as you nourish a sapling. lovely thought. hb