From mountains of time;
Pebbles of moments fell.
Worthless stones I thought.
Flung them far to dispel.
Year after year passed.
Unknown paths I walked.
Came across known environment.
With amazement I gawked.
Stumbled upon those stones.
Pebbles which I threw;
They were precious diamonds.
Then its worth I didn't knew.
every moment that elapsed and hanged on the wire to dry put us in mirage that it is new..so the past hang on mind alone we search and find
At times, not knowing the real value, we discard certain things! But later we come to know that they were real diamonds and we regret that we thoughtlessly threw them! A sweet, meaningful poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In normal life we count the value after the departure. we express our grief when there is none to realise