Sitting in the empty booth
men will now
start gossiping.
There will be no procession, no festune
slogan, flag or campaigning any more.
Nothing else but men will now discuss
about the result of last poll.
Somebody will say, ‘Money’ has won there
in lieu of man.
‘’Fear’ in that place.
Somebody will say ‘Power’.
That party has won there
in this way
someone will comment
while smoking his beedi.
And we will wait,
we will wait for ever.
And a man will definitely stand
among the gossipers....
He will say
‘A man has won from this place
who has no money
neither party nor power,
he has no other weapon
on his part
but the love
love for others’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem