Little Poem

The little poem grievously accused me For I was far from it And rightly so, I did not pay any attention to it, As I loved to read only the long and sophisticated poem, Thinking it could only fulfill my great desire and aspiration. That evening the little poem was open in front of my eyes, It was pleading me repeatedly to read it, With a snobbish attitude, I read it indifferently And immediately I jumped in an ecstasy, What a great poem I read! Such a poem was my dream, I had searched such an excellent theme only in the long poem, But never found it. My little poem fulfilled my desire, I embraced my sweet poem with great delight And it too began to smile blissfully.