While caution and the wind blows,
through the earth its share flows.
From end to end the farmer ploughs.
Unctuous li’l one is caught in throes.
(Islamabad)
(Friday, June 20,2009)
So small the seeds of life And Fate the plough Help us to grow and Bear fruits with the help Of God the Farmer at the till! Deep thoughts plough Deep into our hearts! Angel
hmm, intriging write Saadat... i don't know what the lil one is... but I suspect it has someting to do with fishing in the ocean and something that rhymes with squirm... and worm..?
Birth throes are a natural process, for both humans and for nature, nicely penned!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
small yet powerful...