Spare Them Too O Lord
Save blades of grass with giant trees,
Along with trees protect cool breeze.
Spare green with grey, wet with the dry,
Birds and beasts with smallest of bees;
And dear Lord, spare thou cow with calf,
Care too if a wolf hungry is.
Dreams in each eye, in heart wishes
By thee willed, O spare them all please.
Save rhythm with the dancing feet
Ere saving the anklets of his;
As so far spared, sheltered this earth,
Smoothen up now man’s forehead crease.
Fine, they’ve not dressed thy hurt finger,
Do spare them still, let their pains cease.
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Inspired by a Gujarati Ghazal by Pranav Pandya
Ghazal |05.11.2021|
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