Classic Poem

Lord! You look after this Universe,
Your order moves this world.
Then how can i not bow at thy abode.
Why did you not grant me
just one day free from pain and Agony?


This mind is a traveller towards its own destiny,
It has not to be begged or bribed,
This is a like a Shrine within every individual,
But this Ziyarat blesses only a seeker.


(Translation from original kashmiri by A K Mota)