I know I am not the best,
but,
I know, too,
that,
I am not the worst.
I know I am not the richest,
but,
I know, too,
that,
I am not the poorest.
I know I am not the mightiest,
but,
I know, too,
that,
I am not the weakest.
Thanks God,
I pass through the dark streets,
in the late night,
dogs are friendly to me
they don't bark at me.
Snatchers know to rob this ordinary man
will be a futile fatigue.
Ignored by the street criminals
unnoticed by the wicked police men,
I come safely at home
take the ordinary dinner with my ordinary wife
and sleep on an ordinary bed.
I am an ordinary man,
but,
my thoughts are not ordinary,
reflected in my dreams
as twinkling stars,
and,
as a shining full moon,
guiding me to walk on the Milky Ways
where with my hand in the hand of a fairy
I go to a garden of colorful and scented flowers.
I pluck a beautiful flower
and,
when I come back
I put that flower on the side table.
I enjoy a deep and sweet sleep.
When I awake I see my diary is open
and a new poem is added in it.
Perhaps,
in my dreams I am not an ordinary man.
A beautiful poem written by a gifted ordinary man! Enjoyed your dreamy ride with the fairy along the milky way! A 10
An ordinary man can not write a poem like this...only an extraordinary man can marvel like this...you are great Akhtar...very amusing poem...like a lot...thanks a lot for this fantastic work
I know I am not the best, but, I know, too..an ordinary man can work wonders..Loved your poem dear poet..10
A well written, hopeful poem for all to read and admire. You've captured what it means not to expected anything from the universe. In time what's there to happen will unfold. I liked this very much. A real joy to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great thoughts.....................................................