By Sheikh Shabir Kulgami
I woke and ran like a horse in a race;
The pen and the book greeted me in grace,
Merrily, merrily, I became a man of the word,
Who did not seek a word from me?
Little I knew my road was bound for the mire of mud:
The pen and the book, he kissed no more,
Here and there, roses and garlands hailed him in galore,
The king and the beggar smiled indeed;
He was a diamond, who did not say,
He rolled in gold east and west,
Ruling all hearts, he lived in a house of glass
The iron hand in velvet glove had a silken touch
Who ever saw the venom in his bag?
-the venom he gifted for the treasure of gold:
Ever, I thought my road was clean,
Little I knew, it was a dream,
Little I knew, I played with a balloon.
Who did not see me an eyesore?
Who did not admire him in galore?
By Sheikh Shabir Kulgami
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