This chopper cannot cut well;
Its every blow comes back to itself.
This knife is very blunt;
While going to dress a fish,
Even a living fish
Gets torn into pieces roughly.
This plow cannot till well;
Its blunt coulter cannot break down
The pre-historic pure silt-soil.
This heart cannot love well;
Getting rusty, it has become a leaky cauldron.
Breaking down the old earth with kicks,
O the unsatisfied artisan,
Let us rebuild it.
Let us break down the rusty language of poetry.
Destroying the language of polluted love,
The formalin-mixed knowledge and science,
Let us rebuild the Taj Mahal.
Let all the lands of the sun-rising and the sun-setting
Get crowded with new men and new lives.
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O the unsatisfied artisan, Let us rebuild it. Let us break down the rusty language of poetry.......superb expression on love for humanity, unity of all mankind through the languages of abstract love/ /// I enjoyed, Sir