The Govt.of India cannot recognize me
Nor do I look up to,
I was born as an unknown citizen
And shall die as
Without caring for awards and prizes,
Plaques and honours of citation.
I pride over the love I have got
From the people,
As an unknown citizen, I pride over
The evenings and mornings
Engaged in classicism,
The texts of it.
My manuscripts lie they in tatters,
Torn, ravished and destroyed,
Termite-eaten and gnawed,
But still stand I
Not battered and shattered,
Poetry will brim as long as
I am bodily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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