2014.
Have patience.
Do not jump my gun.
Dare you not proclaim victory,
Without my sanction.
Wait for my order.
You do as I please.
Me the fly in your ointment.
The Indian who never sleeps.
Hungry, naked, brutalised,
I am on the fence.
On guard,
Defenceless.
I do not war,
I bring the fear,
Of god in you.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said, Hardik! Hope the election went the way of the good people of India. I like how the poem sounded almost military throughout, until you get to the last part where you say, 'I do not war, I bring the fear, of God in you'. That line totally levels the playing field of those trying to proclaim victory. Great poem! ! RoseAnn