Black shadow
There was a poet on the dais describing the beauty of the nature.
The moon light is dancing on the earth.
Moon is in full swing looking like a bridegroom.
Joy is everywhere on the earth.
Someone from the crowd stood up & shouts loudly.
That Mr. Poet you are speaking lie.
The shadow of draught is dancing on our fields
in the vast area of our province.
Danger of hunger & poverty is in our mind.
Worries & sorrows are reining in our society.
You are living in an imaginary world
Which is very different from the real world.
see also
http: //vijaykumargupta.zoomshare.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem