Each new feather to my poetry cap
Feels like a shot in the arm;
Like a lion I rear and roar
Like a deer I fear and bore
Into the thick air at such a furor!
But awards during lifetime
Seem better than a gallantry trophy
Given away posthumously to a soldier!
Let a fighter lick his hard-earned glory
On the licking of his multitude wounds.
Honor after honor heightens the zeal
Amidst many fails and resilient thrill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is composed as a response to the Poetry award from Muse India, top-most E-journal of India. The prize is modest but the honor is great for all Indian poets who write in English.