The soil on which I live
No reflection of the rays
It must be flat and plain,
the fruit I eat lacked much milk,
the water I drink must be still
the erudite bird explained,
if not so ‘ why can not the birds
of your forest sing like the birds
of mine? "
are all the waves of you
are higher than the waves
created in my river? if not so,
then, no wrongs on the things
I live on, your sky is not higher
Than mine either! rather the storm
More stronger there when dances
The bonfire, beware my friend!
Too much hullabaloo will distract
You from the tune.
Nature is same everywhere, but we the human are different and we, the human, have tried to mess up with the nature that are vulnerable! Good contribution!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
....stronger there when dances the bonfire. You are fighting for a cause indeed through these explicit lines, dear Wahab