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? 
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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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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