Look down on earth
Sunday,2nd June 2019
Last day of Ramadan give me the bright hope
my fancy doesn't stop
I go on a rooftop to stare at the sky
I am thrilled and imagine as if I am with the wings to fly
I feel like flying in the plane
and look down the lane
the whole of the city is illuminated
as high hope of tomorrow is generated
the city is fully lit
with tomorrow's hope to greet
the arrival of the first sunray
I bow down my head and pray
even with pain, hardship, and agony
the city is up with joy and feels no panicky
I feel tremendous joy
and want to be with them to enjoy
Yes, it is internal happiness
and reflects on my face
I fly with my dreams
and see the divine flame in illumination
Let the city remain
and reflect no pain
but always show the light side
I remain happy and decide
Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem