A Bihari rustic
Who would not have thought
Of becoming a professor
Joined he a private college
Of the the rural area
Then came to a district town college
As for experience
And then joined the newly-opened
P.G. Deptt. of the new university
To call himself a big professor
And a research guide
Though was not a researcher
But became he.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let us who want to express our thoughts, feelings and imaginings in English, ponder this. Why attempt to write poetry if prose is both adequate and more compact. What is modern in what we write? This poem does not seem to be complete. Perhaps we are all pretenders, like that don you have sketched in your satire. Maybe it will be a good subject for a short story.