My arrogance was my death knell
It was turning my home into lifelessness
I was trying to save myself from it
Still my pride won't let go of it
My self an innocent lamb and it, a slaughterer
Was ready to slash off my upright head
Nothing could I do in hopelessness
As it set itself to slaughter me
I was so arrogant those days
Like they say: all doom without wisdom
This, what my pen scribes now, is
An offering to my arrogance of bygone days.
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मैं (अहंकार)
Poem by Sharad Bhatia
"मैं (अहंकार) "
"मैं"मौत थी, जो मुझे मार रही थी,
मेरे साथ मेरा घर उजाड़ रही थी।।
"मैं", "मैं" से बचने का प्रयास कर रहा था,
उसके आगे "मैं" भी "मैं - मैं" कर रहा था ।।
"मैं मेमना", वो कसाई बन खड़ी थी,
और मुझे मारने पर अड़ी थी।।
अब "मैं" लाचार कुछ नहीं कर पा रहा था,
बस उसके हाथों मारा जा रहा था।।
कभी "मैं" भी "मैं (अहंकारी) " था.....! ! ! !
एक कहावत - "विनाश काले विपरित बुद्धि"
एक छोटा सा एहसास
मेरी नन्ही कलम से -मैं (अहंकार)के लिये
(शरद भाटिया)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good morning sir, first of all How are you? Secondly Really it's big surprise for me. Thankyou very much sir that you appreciated my short poem and translate it