As I walk out of our Schindler lift
The name always reminding of Nazi guy:
I brighten up to the green and blue around.
Compared to yesterday when I did not get out,
No, is that right? Or my blank memory?
I did go to Mantralaya yesterday forenoon.
I saw and had a meeting with Sangitrao,
Later Nitin Kareer, and then Manu in UD
And then Malini in her room with Medha.
How then can my brain forget
For an instant and go blank on yesterday?
Really I must take to brain exercises.
Or, reconcile to grow old, lose faculties,
Go into meditation, be without anything,
Not different from death, consciously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem