Your bane, no less than boon
Me moaning, misfortune you gave,
But think, what a big boon you gave.
On my forehead you wrote great ruin,
And feel, immense fortune you gave.
Melodious scores to all too soon,
To me, not but harsh tune you gave.
To all, silver of a full moon,
To me, nights of new moon you gave.
A caterpillar in cocoon,
T’me, no butterfly boon you gave.
Yet, made me from sorrows immune,
And a crown of sand dune you gave.
Dark nights made me a man of noon,
Thanks, sunlight of hot June you gave.
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Ghazal |08.11.2024| boon, fortune, butterfly, moon
Poet’s note: Ask anyone. No one would say he has been fortunate to get what he deserved. Man by nature grumbles, no matter what. This ghazal seems to play the same tune, but not quite. He still sees reasons enough to feel grateful.
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