I remember those days
Which began on a positive note
With my copy of ‘Hindustan Times'
Carrying cartoons of Sudhir Tailang
Day to day and invariably
Leaving a delicate smile on my face
Some times they amazed
Some times they dazed
Some times they played eye-opener
Some times they did soul-searching
Always feeling the pulse of our society
Or dismayed by our moribund polity.
In your demise, we have lost
A true well-wisher
Of the faceless masses
Of Deaf and dumb people
Fighting for their floating rights
And for a dignified existence
Disgusted by those managing the stage.
(Lived from February 26,1960 to February 6,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem