A poem dedicated to all poets who observe the poetry around them and put it forth for the world.
This Loneliness in the crowd,
this clumsiness out of sophistication,
this wickedness disguised in sweet words,
and my poor happiness struggling for attention.
हर खामोशी के पीछे एक सैलाब उमड़ने कॊ है खड़ा,
पर दुनिया के इन सवालों में कुछ तेज़ाब हॊता है ।
इंसान सोचता है कभी मिलेगा एक पल सुकून का
पर कुदरत का खुशी से कुछ इंतकाम होता है ।
I thought one day that between gold and copper
who is the one better and deserving?
Gold, the one famous for its lustre and beauty,
or copper that makes it enduring.
