Having fears that many pens cause harm
those pens took lenience and words light
immersing in fantasy they may charm
luring hearts, arousing desires, may cause fight
My pen lost its teeth fighting to crack hard nuts
feeling suppressed by thoughts, losing its guts
Mountains of books from eternal fountain
to read and digest hard it looks to maintain
Many of writings fall off like old leaves
only few find on dried leaves manuscripts;
all pages of life if read with utmost care
lines greater than any holy scriptures share
How shines star studded sky if not clear,
Cloudy symbols of a high romance it wear,
clouds of eternal illusion brings many tear
feeling love's greatness we always murmur.
Clouds fly high casting on ground their shadows,
heavens floating above, creating hell on Earth
Of own fears high flying minds cast shadows
looking at shadows many wait with tears in vain
Life is real, still an illusion, may be hence
only with the magic hand of chance;
one may have clear sky after hurricane
as if spring enters after autumn in trance
Where ship with loads of desires and thoughts sink
one becomes free to swim but with no time to think
Life when fights for itself sure to lose way easily
In desert hopes and mirage kills one easily..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem