On saint, pale and faint
By face and mind
Sells his thought on rent
His useless swot bore nothing
He browsed on the poverty
Found something to grind
Slapped himself on his face
His name and fame decayed/
For him, Indian Governments School
A haven, for naxals and terrorist.
Private schools are good for nation
And its people, his notion
In fact, he is against the education
The right of the human beings
I know, all knew, it revealed
It's the primitive thought and
He is unsocial, selfish, danger
For the Nation and its people
He is even danger for the humanity
He unveiled the veiled and proved
"The art of living" as
"The Art of leaving"///
By face and mind Sells his thought on rent... wao what reformative poem, i liked the starting & the ending more...well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very informative poem good read