Live if you can when the water runs dry.
Once in a decade perhaps, or never in a life
Save your tear so that you won’t have to cry.
Let the water flow and wash away the strife.
Dry yourself with water if any miracle you need.
Let the water run upwards for a change to fancy.
Feed the water well to run through the creed.
Run Water! ! Run! ! Flow in a stream of constancy.
Drop of tears, dew drops, even a single dropp of water.
In course of time can change a thing always for real.
Pool, pond, brook, lake will never stop to utter
The utterance of gratitude, in the way they feel
Sometimes to the greatest source of the sea
Even sometimes to the man’s ungrateful plea.
Written in the afternoon of the 12th February,2010
Do you appreciate how cleverly written this sonnet is? Care not who and if and why you may never get a comment. Where ingnorance is bliss most folk would not know where to start. But you know Munia, You Know, these words come straight from your Heart. So well written Ten points everytime, but who is counting?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Munia, this work smacks of poetic verve and effulgent depiction...No surprise to me, young lady, as your work has been impressing readers for years...myself very included! ~FjR~ is