Heard of the Bollywood movie ‘FITOOR’, based on Dickens’ Great expectations? In that film, an artist symbolised his state Kashmir amazingly by presenting a painting of a maple leaf. When asked about the idea behind that theme, he uttered these words- “Mujhe zyada kuchh nhi pata; mujhe bas chubha aur maine utar dia” [Translation: I don’t know much; it just pinched me and I presented it] I know the translation isn’t that accurate!!
And that’s what I shall say about this poem, it just came to me. The God is giving me all the happiness and I’ve stopped valuing that, I think. The same cool air when blows at two places with different climatic conditions, the feel is completely different.
Right from his kingdom, with all of his grace,
All comes to me, within me what I trace,
Ever so ethereal, airs blow today,
Passing through the soul, they find their way.
Inhabited of them, I stand placid,
And as they escape, I see what they did.
They’ve made me a polar lake, now I know
Over which every now and then winds blow.
Better than me, are still sands of deserts,
Those die for such gusts, and wait for years.
The wind had blown, and I lost me,
‘Twas deceit, deceit from an escapee.