If my life's river be in spate,
What would I want better than that?
Should someone love still till this date,
What can I want still more than that?
Someone comes to my life like rain,
Bringing a pleasant smell of earth,
What more still can I wish to gain?
There's li'le in world of greater worth.
Darkling clouds have spread all around—
In heavens as upon the ground,
And someone comes like sun shining,
What's better than this silver lining?
If I'm about my life to end,
And someone comes like long-lost friend
On a mission my life to mend,
What can be a better helping hand?
Amidst poems penned so many,
If you choose to read mine, pleased be,
Ah what can better be for me?
Nothing can make me more happy.
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Adapted from a Gujarati Ghazal by Kiransimh Chauhan
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Musings | 01.10.12 |
Of greater worth is the truth! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We feel blessed when we get certain things in life, especially when we are weighed down by adversities. To a poet, getting good readers is a boon and it can delight him/her more than many other things. Unfortunately most of us have many encumbrances and cannot devote much time to write or encourage the writings of fellow poets, A well expressed poem!
Your point is very relevant, thanks indeed, but I want to take a diversion... Most often a poet speaks for an unknown someone, an editorial you often is a poetic I. Also, genuine appreciation is good, but if it becomes part of good manners, politically safe, etiquette oriented, then... It pays to dwell on this point. I am always in favour of genuine constructive criticism.