I was writing my story,
thinking, I could give it the shape I desired
the twists were fascinating
and the turns mind-boggling!
I thought I could handle the tale and its
and its characters as my will dictated.
I had my pen in my hand's grip
and my hand in my heart's grip
and I was pleased at my Ingenuity.
My imagination reflected my own face and being
and I thought all was going well with ink
filling sheaves of paper...
When suddenly the Ink-pot toppled over
and dark stains wriggled all over the story
moving in tiny streams
from one page to the other.
At that instant I looked up and the window
was filled with the brilliance of His presence
Radiance dazzled the window and
Illumination filled my mind.
by Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all going well, good write