To make me laugh is so futile.
Diverting me is so futile.
I’m used to very little salt.
This sea beach trip is so futile.
The floor is cold, but leave the drapes.
This sunshine rug is so futile.
To nightmares, all my dreams have turned.
To show me dreams is so futile.
It’s better if I fade in verse,
For fame in verse is so futile.
Translated from my Hindi poem, बेकार है
bekār hei
hasā bhī do hasānā bekār hei
yun merā mann behlānā bekār hei
kāFī kam namak ki ādat hei mujhe
samandar ghūmā le jānā bekār hei
parde mat kholo, Farsh THanDa THīk hei
yun dhūp kī kālīn bicHānā bekār hei
kābūs ban chuke hein ye sāre sapne
ek nayā sapnā dikhānā bekār hei
behtar hei misron mein masrūF rahūn
misron se mashhūr honā bekār hei
Minakhi Misra 