Past and Present
Of a Poet
He was poor and empty handed
His skills were unrecognized there
he was skilled Though
No chances were given
He was scolded as a poet of poverty
Struggled and strived to live
Borrowed and begged to eat
Everything has gone to end
All his helping pools were dried and vanished
His hunger ate his poetic skills
He was killed by his hunger and
Kept him as a unclaimed in a road
Years rolled and placed him in the peak
As a great poet in the world
His wrecked house turns as a symbol
The same society crowned him as a great
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They say many evil words start with the letter S and society is one of them....the less said the better abt this heartless and stupid society!