Just Like a dropp of dew
Along with many or a few
Who dropp on the vast ocean?
Forever lose their personal hue
Become the part of Mighty Ocean
Never thought of their emotion
Those which fall
On the beauty of rose
Shine for moment
Making a pose
Fade with the first ray
With those all on the hay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So how you conclude Saqib, is it better to fall on a rose or become a part of ocean? A beautiful parable though and you deserve ten for that!