Yes.We are too many, many with different genres,
avocations, ambitions, animadversions, critical theories,
more poets with distinctions, publications,
with a motto, ‘’publish or perish’’.
We have our own problems, polarised views,
Poets! The warring world of Land is ours
Where Imagination and aesthetic beauty
Propel us, guide us, infuse enthusiasm in us.
The land we live in, is a land of
Acute aridity, Drought and denigration,
also overflowing mass of floods.
All according to seasonal shifts.
We, the poets, attribute these
To Nature’s Fury and ensemble
In our writings and poetic codes.
We, the poets, quote lines of repute
‘’water and water, everywhere, not a
Drop....’’ and so on.
We propitiate the Rain God
For more and more water.
We, the poets, congregate, aggregate,
Discuss and dissect.
There are poetry haters and
Dissenters of writers and groups.
Strange paradox, we and they.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem