If you are afraid and irritated over
your loss in the past, over a deal you could not enter
that you think belittled your life,
then, judge it my dear,
judge the loss by the gain
you have made in all these years from the deal similar,
soul never meets soul,
mind never meets mind,
what else remain to meet in the mundane world?
we all are tied to life's luxury, its elixir
it get writ large, the moment day breaks,
or when silvery light intrudes into dark of drawing room,
familiarity in this one case not breeding contempt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
judge the loss by the gain, good write sir, namaskar
Thank you Misra saheb