As a collection of poems,
So many poems to count here,
The Crowded Metaphor, Nailing by the Wall,
Round and Round, Of Court and Cancer Ward,
Un-kind, Desires on Death, Fish Pond, Average is Large,
The Eclipse, The Lines, The New Tragedy,
To Die Full, Of Beauty and Truth, Death Must Belong,
The New Scale, Indian Widows and so on.
He is a poet of ground realities who has a lesson
From hardship and suffering of life,
Trouble and tribulation
Rather than soaring high into the blue skies of dreams,
Fancy and imagination, romance and love story
As no dreamer in verse is he,
but an economist, a realist
Down to earth and its connections,
It does not suit him to fly
Or to see colourful romantic dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem