My wish when died once again,
As was its wont, an old habit—
When I failed to be friends with it,
Curb nor curtail, nor e'er restrain,
And took my sole, my soul with it,
Saying, let's meet again!
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- Musings | 08.09.12 |
A clever wish to meet To meet the Yamraj once again, I am reminded of the story of Savitri and Satyavan.
Thank you Akhtar Jawad you seem to be well-versed with ancient Indic literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" An old habit" . Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you so much Edward Louis.