White Man Poem by Neelamani Sutar

On the way to this world,
how many days have I spent at the end of the night ---
just like a weary traveller.
In search of a perfect white man, I saw colorful colors
of countless people
with two eyes.
I also have many gaps between the outer shells.
I have seen the strange forms of this world,
the everlasting art of life
in the midst of homeless and human beings.
Sad tears from their eyes! Finding peace in one of the children to find.
Four springs have passed from life to search.
I am floating in favor of the current and even against it,
but nothing has been found here.
But in todays age of mechanics, human beings have also become mechanical.
It's not easy for us to understand the full speed trains of our country.
In thisshort life,
these burnt two -eyed people are observing nothing.
I floated the lifeboat on the crooked water in the storm.
The sail is torn,
the hell is broken!
Yet in this life we did not meet.
In the pitch black darkness of the night,
I rushed to the graveyard
in the crematorium.
Hearing the screams of some male skeletons with sleepless eyes,
my body has trembled for a moment.
I walked freely on a familiar path.
How long have you pointed it
in the dim light of a firefly
on a black night?
In the endless rain of July,
I made the black sky my umbrella and walked forward without any hindrance.
In a narrow heart,
yet no one gave a drop of water in a thirsty voice!
The flowers arranged in layers
on the lively beach just fell in love!
And how much destruction I will see as a tiring traveler on the way to this world.

When will you find that white man?