“…each day, from hostel, as I travel
bound for a school outside the town,
On either sides, the sky-high windmills
Turn on and on and on….in silence turn they …
Each turn giving us electricity.
Non-stop running, giving us power…
burn our bulbs, or run factories…
Ask me a question: ‘What do you give to others, dear man? ...
- Ramesh Iyengar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The metaphor clearly defined.good write. Thanks