The edges of many 1000 and 500 rupee notes
are clipping my dream wings before my eyes!
My proud wallet is kicking my crestfallen head.
I am getting beggar with plenty of money!
Mundane cares cajole me to drab prose.
I am adding a new page to my real novel.
I may die on the stage of realistic drama.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem