GIFT
What gift shall I give you
On your birthday, O! my beloved.
If I present to you
Blue sky
But blue sky
Seems too small for you.
Many such skies
Are lying confined
In your eyes
If I present to you
Dazzling Sun
This also does not seem apt to me
Every morning, from your forehead
You remove and throw away one Sun
And again stick a Sun to your forehead
Then, what is Sun in front of you.
AN EXTRACT OF A POEM. FROM PANJABI POETRY BOOK SMARITIYAAN DEE LALTEIN ,COMPOSED BY Dr AMARJEET KAUNKE AND TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY MYSELF, WITH HIS CONSENT.
RAJNI CHHABRA
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