Why so much twist and proud,
Being a man of honour,
Forget not your own shroud,
That's lying in the corner,
Behave well as the heart,
Or the tongue so flexible,
Lean from them this art,
That immortalize us possible,
God Himself has given them no bone,
So harshness of them shouldn't be shown.
By- Mohammad Muzzammil Shah
its beautiful Muzzammil..... i really surprised to read this poem......... really well written....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice thread, Muzzammil! While composing this thread you seemingly allude to the heart's presence inpoetry and the tongue's flexibility: Lean from them this art that immortalizes us possible (possibly...) The two last lines intend to convey that sweetness, melody belong to poetry rather than harshness once God Himself has given them no bone