Journey of faith: Piece of sunshine - Page 8
I remember the day a piece
I remember the day a piece
When the heavens throw a bridge
It’s been a while since the rain stopped.
Dipping its pen
You came unexpectedly one evening.
There were two roads ahead –
And for ages, this has gone on….
It is indeed true that her Hindi poetry attracts lesser loving attention than her Punjabi poetry which is loved and adored, in Punjabi, and in several languages of translation – minutiae of everyday life, evanescent impressions loaded in permanent literary memory.