Though my surgery used to make sense
Had poured my art, breath and essence
Went and saw an old master operate
Quick and exact, did not hesitate
Knew I had to go miles a ton
I then realised that I was none
None, no one, none
I thought I was a great poet of today
But once I read a poem with my son Jay
All illusions quick to disappear
Like clouds in bright summer
His poetry was fast and fun
I then realised that I was none
None, no one, none
I thought I was a great being
Could sit with vacant mind in nothing
But I went to see a saint
Admitted with fever and faint
She had years of mind as one
I then realised that I was none
None, no one, none
All these did my ego squash
Previously what was majestic and posh
Now ruins like an old castle lay
But there is still desire to excel someday
I knew I could do it and be the One
I knew I was not none
Not none, someone, not none.
By
THE
[Dr Avinash Dal]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem