(In Punjab, terrorism was at its peak when I wrote this poem during my college days. For this poem, I was awarded UDAYA BHARTI National Award for poetry by Varnamala, Bhubaneshwar. Following is its English translation by Prof. Amita Sharma.)
I am not the brightness of sun
that
dazzles the eyes of owls.
I am not the moonlight
that
hinders the thieves.
I am not the flame of fire
that
frightens the devils.
Why are you grumbling, the unknown,
My light like a glow-worm’s
is only for my adornment
my own identity.
My request is
that
my life be spared
to me.
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awesome poem.... its very touching....
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