I broke my heart at your feet
But you did not deign
To glance at my offering.
Is my heart of less consequence
Than a coconut offered
By a devotee to a deity?
Or is your heart harder
Than the stones
From which idols are carved?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simple but poignant with a strong sense of ache over the desertion! !