On Seeing Daffodils Poem by Sibghatullah Khan

My physician had suggested walk among the hills;
and it's there I think I saw some daffodils.
I saw them blossom in an early morning haze,
hidden from all untutored human gaze.
That bed of yellow flowers had me enthralled,
honestly for some time before I was galled.
I thought I had much more important things to do
attend to many things that were long overdue.
Else I had many significant things to say,
and some due-date utility bills to pay.
So I shrugged aside my wish to stay
and left that distracting 'crowd' for another day.

How could I dance with those daffodils,
when my heart with thousand wishes fills?
My seeing them, I know, cannot cure my ills,
be they those flowers or some distant snowy hills.