The age
when people complain of their pains
and indifference of children
It is a pleasure to see you
strong
alert
enthusiastic.
like a rider
who tightens the saddle of his horse
before leaving for his new adventure.
On! Wanderer of life
You dare to go beyond always
Words
Meanings
Rhythms follow you
When people hear the bells
tinkling in the ears
and shadows of death
lurking on their eyelids
You dare say
Does God really exist!
On! Lover of life
It is always a pleasure to see you
and listen to your poems
Pulsating with liveliness
Visiting you
I always feel proud to think.
That being a poet in itself
is the greatest reward
nature can bless somebody with.
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Such honest and direct presentation...the poem makes me feel nostalgic and remember my only meeting with majboor ji and at the same time arouses the feeling of guilt for not having visited him again...2004 was the year when we went to his house..i remember him with a collar around his neck yet enthusiastically translating nilmat purana in urdu..his passion for his work and warm hospitality are two things that are still engraved in my mind..thanks for reminding
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