By the roadside
I saw the dark statue
Of Goddess Kali
By the lonely roadside
Without any village
So close to it
And without human habitation
That too far from
But the poor addict mud hut man
Shabbily dressed, bearded and haired
Lying before
But to beg for?
None the else is there
But the poor and mad mystic
Taking care of gods and goddesses
And they too not taking care of
The caretaker so madly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem