NOT MUCH
Salim looked happy go lucky
With dexterity and alacrity
Must be fourteen years of age
Son of a physician and a sage
In English medium school he studies
Interested in histories of the countries
My book, collection of poems, I gifted,
To his father, praises he read and shed
He summoned Salim to see the book
I asked his interest in poetry reply shook
Me, was 'not much', he said innocently
Hearing that departed I had the glee
But on a poem about Kalam- a Gem of India
He riveted eyes applauded tenderly the idea
Not much he surely said about poetry
But if poetry contains his very liking history
Not much changes into a pleasant much
Yes it is magic of poetry-expression such
Poetry has power in plenty to move minds
But diversified it should be if one finds
That changed 'not much' of Salim released,
Light of hope for future of book, I was pleased
Salim now I must bless and pray for you
Flourish in life may you and my poetry too- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting story with a lot of merit within it! Thank you for sharing it! RoseAnn
I am grateful for your appreciation thanks