When a particle of sand asked the desert,
Why the wind carries me from place to place?
Why I am not a particle of the fertile soil?
That withstands the heavy rains and blow of winds,
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Wonderful poem. I agree with Valsa's comment. This poem reflects in another way too. One should be happy with whatever one has. Not necessary all land are fertile, there are barren land too. Similar is the case of life too. One has to accept as it is. That's the beauty of life. I appreciate the barren land too. A thought provoking poem which reflects in many angle. Beautifully related to our lives too. Loved reading it.
A deep philosophic poem, well described theory of immigration.
Let me become dirty and impure! I want to reproduce, let the wind carry me to a fertile land.................from my heart i would like to say i adore this poem....great work....beyond imagination....
Akhtarji.... your imagination is very fertile that can produce beautiful greenery with flowers and fruits just as the fertile land! ........ Kudos for this great poem which has got deeper levels of meaning! A 10
Wow, the grass on the other side is always greener and what we have seldom we enjoy and value it and cry for what is not with us or what we are not, You nailed the very basic nature of humans with the example of the sand and mud. Outstanding poem Janab,