The little poem grievously accused me
For I was far from it
And rightly so,
I did not pay any attention to it,
As I loved to read only the long and sophisticated poem,
Thinking it could only fulfill my great desire and aspiration.
That evening the little poem was open in front of my eyes,
It was pleading me repeatedly to read it,
With a snobbish attitude, I read it indifferently
And immediately I jumped in an ecstasy,
What a great poem I read!
Such a poem was my dream,
I had searched such an excellent theme only in the long poem,
But never found it.
My little poem fulfilled my desire,
I embraced my sweet poem with great delight
And it too began to smile blissfully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely articulated poem. One needs to free himself from his obsession to come face to face with reality. This is how the little poem got its due. Thanks.