Life is a vision of my own treasure that has fallen from the sky.
I sank into a pit of love that was too steep for me to climb,
Now I regret that why did I wish for a life in human form?
All my unfulfilled dreams are wandering in the valley of the fire.
The truth has taken enough beating by the falsehood,
Now it will emerge from the shadow of its own.
When a chameleon that changes colour more frequently
as a result of sucking our wishes flees the scene-
true love for our fellow being will be evident in our hearts.
A hearty poem dear Asim ji with love for our fellow beings.......10+++
More often we remain a chameleon. Well-conceived well expressed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The chameleon that changes colour more frequently as a result of sucking our wishes flees the scene.....beautiful