When you ignore a good comment
on your works,
apparently a work of art.
One who watches your apparent beauty
starts thinking
perhaps he slipped in understanding you.
With an injured knee when he stands up again,
he looks at you once again
and finds in your face
there is something ugly,
may be a flat nose
the small eyes
or your fish like mouth.
He gets so many things to regret his comment
on your poem that appeared one day,
a piece of beauty.
He just smiles and forgets that foolish day
saying to himself
regrets are also parts of life.
But the individualists sitting
sitting on a throne of ego
say,
'Grapes are sour.'
Anyway,
life in that
there is no regret
is an incomplete life.
Regret and complete your life.
A very insightful and sightful poem I think. Thank you for your didactic sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your wisdom is seen at the end, Regrets till you round the final bend thank yo sir-10