I saw the Oriya girl
So disheveled, so distraught
And devastated
And stranded
On the outskirts
Of Bhubaneswar.
And so what? What you thought? If you tell us, it might make a poem. But what you write, Dubey ji, is not a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a Wordworthian poem seen through the eyes of Lucy Gay.