I put the garbage in the dust bin,
hungry cats come and kick it,
the garbage spreads all around.
I collect it and put it once again in the bin,
cats come again and again,
and I recollect garbage again and again,
what could the hungry cats do?
I have a pellet gun,
I can fire on the hungry cats,
but I will not fire.
I know hunger constrains me to spread garbage,
and my God recollects the garbage again and again.
My God! I don't see your foot prints,
but I feel it on my heart.
I shall follow your felt but unseen foot prints.
As you never fired on me with your guns,
I shall also not use my pellet gun,
I end with love and loyalty to you.
A meaningful poem, I think it's an advice for those who are using guns in Kashmir.
Love breeds love and violence breeds violence.....As you sow so shall you reap, we humans are greedy and in our greed we not only transgress the limits but also kills humanity, enough is enough one should put to rest and restore peace. A thoughtful poem.
So lovely and so nice. I love every bit of wisdom expressed so beautifully in this melodious poem. Excellent!
There's no justification for human rights violations. A great poem spreading the message of peace and love.10
My God! I don't see your foot prints, but I feel it on my heart. I shall follow your felt but unseen foot prints. As you never fired on me with your guns, I shall also not use my pellet gun, I end with love and loyalty to you. - - - - - - - Hatred is like garbage- - - - - -God is always loving and bringing us the wisdom to see what is right or wrong.Beautiful imagery with the touch of a great poet.
God needs no weapons. He is the purveyor of love for one and all. One should look for His footprints on his or her heart and lead a righteous life and be worthy of His eternal love. Thanks, Sir, for sharing a wonderful poem with a great message. I quote: My God! I don't see your foot prints / but I feel it on my heart. I shall follow your felt but unseen foot prints..... I shall also not use my pellet gun / I end with love and loyalty to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My God! I don't see your foot prints, but I feel it on my heart. I shall follow your felt but unseen foot prints. As you never fired on me with your guns, I shall also not use my pellet gun, I end with love and loyalty to you. Beautiful and humane. It would have been so nice of God if He could convince this poem to Shariffs of Pakistan. 10 for this poem.