I saw an antique book from an antiquarian
which spoke many vast and past caste Poltergeist
Stand in the Minds, in hearts, on the books
Fully Sunk, a vanish grim appears whose desire
And eager eyes, and strong old Command
Tell that its drafters well those passions read
Which yet sustain, trample on these antiques
The hand that deride the rides on the Caste
And in the context these words appear
My Name is Ambedkar, Scholar of Scholars
Look on my deeds, Ye mighty and Courage
Nothing stands disaster round the barrier
of my caste wreck laws and bareacts
Protect Strong and mighty stands for ever
(A tribute to B.R.Ambedkar who wrote 'Riddles of Hinduism'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating stuff. This seems to be the first poem that you have posted on this site, so welcome to Poem Hunter!