WHY ARE YOU SAD AT HEART?
Oh God let me not stretch my hands
Before others, as I do before you.
Our memories are like photo album
Which prserve events of the past in
Our mind's screen till our last day
Memories without events are like
Blank papers, nothing more nothing less
Mirror never loses its originality even after
Breaking into several pieces but emerges
In many pieces by retaining its originality.
It been years since I have been feeling sad at heart
When asked came the reply, there is no peace at heart..
Very often I hear, when alone, a screams from
The deep down valley of my heart, it sounds like
Cry of my love in deep sorrow for help.
Oh my friend have you ever seen rejected and rusted clock
Left alone, never lead a life of rusted clock.Life is too precious
to be wasted over the past failures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem