Naught but a prison does it change,
A parrot struggles, cage to change.
And in a daunting long journey,
How many still manage to change?
It's hard in a crowd to spot you,
If your visage ye often change.
Tears always have tasted salty,
Good times only their garments change.
Splash or splutter, malign, throw stones,
Waves silence rage, not so does change.
Change, change the whole of you if can,
It's no use your image to change.
Passing age leaves leaving presage,
Same is the play, same stage, no change!
Ghazals | 06.12.13 |
Same is the play, same stage......fine piece.Thank u. anjandev roy.
It's hard in a crowd to spot you....I identify this line as the kernel of this wonderful Ghazal sir! Beautifully penned....10
Thanks dear Dr swain, for the good words, and you've picked up the right line
I've seen Ghazals in Urdu, Punjabi, Hindi, and Gujarati. But do not know of in other languages in India. You might tell me about Orea, Dr Swain. And thanks for appreciating this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, poet Anjandev Roy