The woven fabric in rectangular counts
The tip of needle the tapestry in calligraphy
To write the way as sung by maestros
Written in gold stitched in silk
Colored with rare leaves roots and barks
Diluted by rain water and dew on petals
What I relate to in the nature in universe
Nailed to earth to keep the connections
In the air revolving around the centre
God also owns a piece of land or all earth
And heaven belongs to when he is seen
In idealized self to conquer the planet
The meaning of truth shall no one know
Mystery has gone diversified abound
To time as it breaks the humanity
In pieces divided one collective soul
Had I known that living means in line
Apart from hard work some skills
And knowledge of this and that
I wished tonight was another night
To bring forth what is written in fate
Good times ahead of bad as moments go
One by one each passing day brings
To a close the judgment of the day
Without my choosing in eternal loss
As man goes except for perseverance
Patience and all values of valor and love
Had it not been for fear of loosing the love
What today shall never be tomorrow
At any cost as we do not know
Where our voices and wailings go
A great battle has been won what next
When the senses no more accept pleasure
What other meaning to the life may be given
When the coquetry of beloved is just
Even not an illusion to begin the fancy
With dual clutches of living and death
How my love I can smile back to you
17/3/2009
You definitely saved the power and impact of the poem for the last Metrical stanza........'even not an illusion to begin the fancy' 'the dual clutches'......thats good stuff.....................
I loved the last two lines very much... the flow of thoughts... the quest of mind... the just God I also find What a booty in dual clutches.... Man in his fear to let go..... thank you for sharing.....
sadiq...sometimes i wonder....how can someone write like this..........................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' I have conquered the world ' and now it is not of me', , , , when challenged I read my poem 'FISHIN'.....