I saw them
In the moonlit night,
They were ecstatic,
They whispered to each other,
'We are very lucky,
As we have read the glorious page of life, '
I listened and laughed,
I knew they were wrong
And their eyes were false,
They did not understand the actual meaning of what they were saying,
They thought it only at the superficial level,
They were surely unable to realise the depth of glorious page,
I always believe
Only a true artist can read the glorious and magnificent page of life.
Very true notion. You have experienced it well sir. I liked the closing line..Only a true artist can read the glorious and magnificent page of life...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Men differ in their interpretation of the page of life. An interesting poem well crafted.