There I saw a poet
Let me say
His name is
Vikram Seth
At the golden gate.
Though dogmatic
I felt
He is passionate.
Ambitious though
I saw in him
That pained me.
Have patience
My dear readers,
Phase by phase
I would tell you
How tasteful
A poet is
At his early stage.
Let me start again
My swift car
I know you are
Blonde one
But here I am
With the poet
Going not westward
But eastward
Where the sun is
All over the days
In the park.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem