Life is the journey of a dreaming man,
He doesn't know where the last station is,
He doesn't know what the destination is,
He imagines it, that's what he can,
The arrow of his penetrating eyesight with its limits,
Is returned back to him from the infinite mists.
One that conveyed a restless day and a sleepless night,
Had all the colors of a rainbow he could sense,
What happened with the arrow in the mist so dense?
It was back as a fluorescent tube of white light,
The returned arrow could only tell someone is there,
With the wounds it went with the promises back here.
A beautiful woman with breasts, one open and one concealed,
You can only imagine the beautiful woman in your dreams,
She didn't tell for whom is her hidden breast's streams
From the breast open to me she fed light and I was healed,
One thing I am sure she is the mother who has created,
By the nonbelievers under estimated, by the believers over estimated.
You are free to believe her hidden breast is for you my brother,
But let me hope the reserved stream is for me only,
You shouldn't worry and fight my dream is for me only,
The journey is nice, like twin brothers let us travel together,
Let us reach our mother we may be fed in turns,
Let us share the umbrella we both are sun burns!
A very thought provoking poem. I read a poem by another poet who is inspired by you and realized I myself haven’t read your great poetry for a while and I know I have missed some treasures. Thank you Akhtarji for sharing your poems.
A magnificent and powerful poem. Differences in religion/faith shall not divide. We shall be.free to believe and hope without sacrificing unity and brotherhood. A wonderful poem of great depth and a timely message for everyone.
The journey is nice, like twin brothers let us travel together, Let us reach our mother we may be fed in turns, Let us share the umbrella we both are sun burns! ...gives a feeling of brotherhood and friendship. Such a noble thought. Nice poem with a great message.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let us share the umbrella we both are sun burns! Everyone should say welcome to this message of peace.