What Is Use Of Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
What Is Use Of
We lack super vision
And remain in confusion
Lot many questions in mind
But where is the place from where we can find?
Mind travels faster than Sputnik
It is not magic
It has power to go beyond this universe
That too after riding on angel’s horse
Yes, only death has frightened human race
That is the only spot or place
Where human mind fails to act
“Death is reality” and eternal fact
No one visualizes it in prime time
The ego makes him to feel hurt sometimes
But what is more important?
The ego brings them back o normal instantly
No one reads about cyclone
Or earth quake alone
Such tragedies has now no bearing
God has many formidable weapons for fearing
So we surrender when end time approaches
Living behind many riches
“What is use of all this material gain”? Mind races
But suddenly makes “U” turn when faces dangerous death
welcome แทนขวัญ พอใจ, Manish Doshi Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now 12 May
TO: Mr. Hashmukh Mehta I can answer your splendid poem only in Tagore's language, mine being too crass ~ 55. Poem: To Bloom [Phool Fotano in Bengali by Rabindranathnath Tagore from his book ‘Kheya’ (Ferry) (1906-1907 period) ]. [Translator’s note: However much man may try to emulate God in creating beautiful things, his creations can never match God’s. The seemingly simplest entity in God’s animate world (and even the inanimate one)) , is an object of wonder, a flower being exemplary thereof which manifests from God’s meditation for it over ages. The pragmatists may try to explain this phenomenon by Darwin’s ‘theory of evolution’ or like dogmas to gauge this unfathomable mystery of creation, yet, at the back of their mind they know – “…..The path of Thy creation Thou have strewn with deception….” There may never be dearth of braggarts to beguile themselves with the belief that man has caught up with God, if not for anything else, but at least for his ability to-day to ‘clone’ even a human being, what to speak of a lamb or flower! This complacence notwithstanding, the fact is, the great feat of ‘cloning’ wholly stands on the biological base evolved by God over eternity, which man can never brush aside to start from the scratch. Man is simply a captive to the Arcanum of God’s creative process, being its infinitesimal bye product, thus ever incapable to perceive the whole of it, though often with height of audacity that he is God’s peer, maybe to His amusement. So, all brilliance of man notwithstanding, in whichever field, the poet’s ‘no confidence’ in man, as this poem depicts, is hardly belied.] Bloom you can’t, None of you – Verbose however, Despite all endeavor, All your flaunt, Passions day and night And strokes at the stalk With all your might, None, with all your power Can bloom a flower. With your relentless sight Its tenderness you may blight, Its bunches you may tear apart In dust to smart. Amidst your babel If its lips will reveal Its hue and fragrance Will not radiate thence. So, by no means oh man, Flowering a bud you can. But, He who can bloom Does as His boon – Only opens His eyes And, as their ray lies On the bud there, Spells of animation bare; So, He who can bloom, Of His own can groom The flower tender With all its wonder. At His breath, in an instant, The flower does bend, Poised for a flight Stretching its wings light Of the leaves As the wind heaves. With décor of many a hue Pining for a passionate clue How one to entice – Spread its fragrance nice. He who can bloom a flower, At ease graces the bower.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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