I am from a very inferior and insignificant
family background
My race and my family never conquered
any land or country
Never plundered any nation.
My race is timid and coward
Their eyes are calm cool and quiet
They do not show red eyes to anybody.
I am a poet from this unknown nation
I ask my creator
To roll down His sky
I shall raise my head to touch
the throne of God
but you are significant if you choose to live rather than just to exist.... nice write!
No need to conquer any land, country.......your humbleness has already conquered a place just befre HIM. I remember one story or history. The great Kind Bhoja, when he was around 6 or 7 years old, his Chacha who wanted to have the kingdom after the death of his elder brother, asked his sepoys to kill Bhoja. Bhoja as his last message wrote a hymn (sloka) on a palm leaf and gave it to the jawaans. The jawaans didnt kill him but bluffed the Chacha that they killed Bhoja and handed over the sloka on palm leaft. The sloka said: Oh chacha, I heard of many kings, emperors, viz. x, y, z etc. who ruled this earth. But never heard anyone of them could take a fistfull of earth with them when dead. But by all your efforts, I think you will certainly do it..... Ofcourse the Chacha realized his mistake and recalled Bhoja to become the King.
You poem is full of insight and passion. Very nice! Keep writing and sharing with us! A '10! ' Best Wishes, Marilyn
But you soar high in the second stanza.Nice write.Keep going
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WHAT AN IMAGERY & IRONY. I read great short poems from ur repertory. sathya naryana