I don't know why, it's strange but true-
I feel lost in front of you
Virtues in me are too many,
You take only a bird's eye-view.
What is all this roaming about?
Why is life a wandering Jew?
In this world of tasks undone,
Days are like the morning dew.
Here's a city of millions where,
Uni's been seeking friends few.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know why, it's strange but true- I feel lost in front of you Virtues in me are too many, You take only a bird's eye-view. All credit to you for such a wonderful poem. Writing Ghazals in English is not an easy task but you have nicely maintained the elegance of this form in your poetry. Thanks for sharing.