I am neither happy
With beautiful things
Nor feeling sad
With sorrowful incidents.
For me nothing is
Good and nothing is bad.
I see flood in furious faces
Coming to me at this time
And I am unable to catch
The way of my own survival.
Someone is asking me, okay
Mr Gajanan, is it a poem?
I replied you please say
What is then and he left the place.
Knowing nothing we are commenting
On a new item telling it is
Not like Tennyson or not like Byron
You should compose something like Wordsworth.
But my dear, they are theirs and there,
I am here and see me I don't care.
With much reluctance they agreed
As they found all truth and all love
And filled with everything what they want
In the way of living that is good and fair,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem