On that kind note of invitation
I held my curiosity kite in aviation
Shaded with bright Bluebell embroidery
Set out to meet my ideal visionary.
Bright morning, burgeoning exuberance
Surge got diluted in calm sea of reverence
At the very sight of my venerated bard
Alas! Both of us black-maroon colour clad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem