The Dream of Oasis in the Desert!
On writing fast with the pace of mind on Computer screen,
It is like riding on a bullock cart writing with hand on paper;
Out of station for four months I tries to write as in the past;
Writing hundred poems in four months typing them is tedious!
After fishing that, I feel great relief again to type on Computer
With new ideas along with the speed of mental flow of matters;
According to the changes of time we are all just slaves of toys
Like machines and gadgets similar to children playing at home!
What a world we all live so except not changing wars as in past;
What a pity though all dream of one world, one world society is
Still a great dream only in the minds of many learned leaders;
Unity, peace and progress are still more effective if that happens!
I am always writing about such matters in all my Poems long;
Now only such a trend seems to spring up in the oasis of world!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am always writing about such matters in all my Poems long; Now only such a trend seems to spring up in the oasis of world!