for Aali Areefur Rehman
I met a fellow hot as chilly peppers,
dawdling barefoot, hair anarchic, dress patched up,
waving his right hand
like a railway signal-man with a green flag,
waving as if he were fluttering gestures of departure.
Ravings came out of his mouth;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem