Who Knows? - Poem by shveta sahal
Who knows if raindrop that mutated into a pearl wanted to lapse on the thirsty earth?
Who knows if flower on God’s crown wanted to adorn a maid’s black flowing mane?
Who knows if rice on King’s platter wanted to be in the beggar’s subdued bowl?
Who knows if luxury in shackles wanted to freely peregrinate the world?
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