Few days ago I was standing in my balcony, enjoying the cup of tea and view. So my mind created this, Its not very good but okay poem to start this book.
-> Most of, battlefields don't give us anything except, pain.
Though you can win the world, but when death fatch you, you have to leave with empty hand.
Tears.
Affliction.
Revenge.
All are synonyms of War.
But some of the conflict can bring smile on our lips.
Like sweet conflict of little children,
Like lovely fights of husband and wife.
Then it is between brother and sister,
Or either we talk about Daughter-in-law and Mother-in law.
Well, these all are have been talk of the town on daily bases,
But here I have something fresh and unusual to tell you my friends.
Today I have witnessed one of the weird conflict.
Principality of city on small little village.
My eyes got all bonkers when I saw a poor little village buried under grievous and ponderous bridges.
Like a monster with open mouth, taking away every single breathe of piteous village.
When I shifted my gaze from this dreadful sight, there was a huge hip of boxes laid other side.
When I observe further. It was non other then building named tiger.
Who was chasing small huts to eat them up, Lord knows it will be satisfied by whole village in its tummy or not.
On one side lush green fields.
Children laughter echoes every eve.
On the otherside noises covers the land. Every day I wonder to match the source and sound.
Behind the curtain of tall and towering buildings, many secrets are hidden there.
''Delete all the traces of village.''
Slogans are everywhere.
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So this is the translation, I know m not too good but I tried.
See you all with next poem
Ba-bye...
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AARZOO/DESIRES
AléatoireA hindi poem collection written straight from my heart, with its English translation. Gift for Sona, love, haffi, lallan and my cruella.
