In the search of the shade,
Spent away this life,
Daily bending branch,
Was truncated sans reason.
**
The stones might be hollow,
Who knows?
How would be people?
Who knows?
The death would become
A reality one day,
The people will shade
Their tears one day,
Who's tears would be real?
Who knows!
**
Not blinded by beauty,
Not wet because of affection,
You tell me to leave you,
How can I?
I am your shadow.
**
Surely in its construction,
Some real tears would
Have been poured in,
Else, the building of/for happiness,
Wouldn't have been so strong.
*"
The bitter pill is to be swallowed,
Not chewed,
The pain is to be forgotten,
Not gossiped.
**
Tell the death not to threaten,
I am still living even,
A harder life than the death.
**
If the arrows of the words,
Are approaching fast,
And if they hurt us,
Then know for sure,
The ego is on the play.
**
When the passbook,
And the breath-book,
Become empty,
We have to fill passbook with balance,
And the other by good deeds.
***
(Based on popular folklore quotes in
Gujarati literature).
