Not By Worldly Ways Weighed

Dunk in dyes, tainted, nor tinted, In world, not by its ways weathered; Come, put a patch of love ‘pon me That we get not ever severed; Death, only your shelter is such, Op-eyed can one sleep undeterred; Roads wind not any straight for long, Beware, feet, of their ways wayward. Birds ask branches: you know wood well, Who’ll opt, be spade’s grip un-bestirred? Old memories tend to get blurred, Milk of life curdles into curd. I know critics are keen to judge, Would they, poems unread, unheard? _____________________________________ Inspired by a Gujarati Ghazal by Anil Chawda, yet, this does not claim to be a fitting translation of the original. To retain the Ghazal form, style and diction, subject matter sometimes has to be modified. Ghazal |13.11.2021| world, love, death, ways, birds, memories, poems