Has the man born,
but I don't see,
either I see Gods,
or Satan like me,
tears on humiliation of humanity,
smiles on claims of being a human,
silence of midnight is broken,
someone mad in love asks
has the man born?
And his replies to himself!
Old sterile woman,
blind, deaf and dumb,
how can she reply,
how crazy I was,
to love,
and to love such a woman,
whose existence,
not much better than non existence!
tears on humiliation of humanity, smiles on claims of being a human, how crazy I was.... / To me the poem comes close to questioning the very existence of life at a time when basic human values are fast eroding. Thanks for sharing.
Questioning existence is a life-long pursuit. If you figure it out before I do, please let me know. You are an inspiration to me, Akhtar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful philosophic poem..................................................