For sometime, I really believed in the world
Fair as it was to my black eyes,
Vowing to forgo the price of miracles,
I didn't realise that miracle is for show.
For sometime, I lingered on the balcony,
Hoping hopelessly to catch a dream glimpse,
With a smile on my face, I waited,
Understanding later that it has nothing to show and I have nothing to see.
For sometime, I deepened the footsteps leading,
Very sure of ending on an altar,
With people clapping and waving endlessly,
Finding flawlessly that the altar has no acceptance.
For sometime, I behaved like the beaming folks,
Happy to be one of the someone,
Bowing, beseeching and battling all,
Until it occurred, that I was in the hall of mirrors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem