Burden became my life

Hither all her desires, thither my fires, Balancing both, burden became my life. In hope of love I walked with wilderness, Breathe in, breathe out, mundane became my life. For an excuse to smile, I just shed tears, Crematorium’s cauldron became my life. You came to my world, to a wrong address, To blessings beholden became my life. Flowers vie with thorns in this dual world, What a prickly garden became my life! To a tinderbox of bamboo forest You came and golden fire became my life. As time passed more embolden you became, You a warden, pardon became my life. ______________________________ Ghazal |16.03.2025 | life, love, desire, expectations Note: Most people are stuck with two types of life: one that is lived, and the other he wishes to live. This Ghazal depicts this dilemma that often persists till the grave. In a way it says without saying so. The opening line in the couplet (matlaa) is without kafia and radeef. Inspired by a Gujarati poem by Venibhai Purohit, but no translation.