At every juncture, people calm down slowly, why?
If afraid of everything, they come out of their homes, why?
The face doesn’t tell the truth if someone expresses.
Like empty mirrors they jump high, why?
The juncture of young stage is to balance the mark.
While arriving at this stage they fall, why?
The sleep is not related to me since years.
The dreams at my roof twinkle, why?
Neither I am Jugnu, candle nor a star.
The shining ones are jealous of me, why?
The poem is a translation of one of the poems of Rahat Indori