From the struggles of daily life,
when your soul is too broken.
Then the ocean full of happiness,
no longer matters.
When all the crops dry up and turn into a piece of straw without any water,
Then the rain that pours,
no longer matters.
Attention dear reader, This is English translation of a part of a Hindi (kavita) poem. That was written by Nationalist Poet, Shree Ram Dhari Singh Dinkar. The poem's Hindi name is 'रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं' (Reh jaata koi arth nahi). All the credit belongs to the respected poet (Shree Ram Dhari Singh Dinkar).
If you understand Hindi I would definitely suggest you to read the orginal poem because it's so significant.
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Unspoken
PoetryThese are the things I never said, these are words that are still unread. Pain in my eyes and a broken soul, but I still play the happy role.
