There is abolutely nothing in mind
When I sit on key board for new ideas to find
No writing pad, no views and no feed backs
Some ideas just flash in mind and crack
I don’t know what does it represent
They may be lack vision with sharpness absent
But it is beautiful words formation to be sent
It is in harmony with mind set and never to repent
It is not the simple theory or views to inject
It may not find favor and raders may reject
It will me met with some crtical comments
But in fact it is nice to generate such movement
Readers are just mirror and reflect
It might have forced them to delete
Over all it is to be unique idea to select the theme
Wha is object to or what is praised stays as supreme?
How does poet’s talent come on surface?
It need not be lost in mad race
It has become now a open competition
No one looks backward and asks for revision
The ideas are well received and praised
Some times controvery is racked or raised
Generally speaking it is widely recognized
The platform is well received and organized
How does black stone is lying in earth?
The poets are there and ther is not dearth
Some good polishing and some incentive
They can prove spokesperson and real representative
They may prove fit, unfit or can be misfit
They will not dare for mistakes to repeat
They will certainly work for social uplift
There is absolutely no doubt or rift
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem