I always think, whether you think or not
I don’t know, my dear brother
At gloomy night when nothing is seen
Only eyes of the heaven sparkling clean
But at dawn,
I find tears on the face of night,
Why night weeps
What grief it keeps
Or is it tears of loving soul?
I always think
Sometimes blink
I question to self
With a yelp
Is it tears of the night?
Or pearls of the day
Thought, it is,
But different, want to say
Pain gives more enjoyment
Than the happiness
If there is no darkness
What’s the sunrise!
Sunrise has no significance unless there is the darkness of the night! Well said!
No dogma without doubt neither light with nor dark of night in the quest of the heart to the truth/bright
right, is there no darkness, what's the sunrise - good write aftab bhai. :)
Each new sunrise is a new day to take us on life's journey. A good poem.
'is it a tear of the night or pearl of the day'........pain and happiness are the paradoxes of life, a thoughtful write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One cannot know relief without having pain. Day has meaning because of night. There is always a coexistence of the opposites. Beautifully put in the poem. Thank you.