Poor India's Poor Daughter
Poor India's
Poor daughter,
When will she be married
Troubling the parents?
How To Be A Man Most Important?
What it in gender, race and ethnicity?
Leave you the talks of,
Think of how to be a man?
My Shadow
Wherever I go, it follows me,
My shadow,
Leaving me not behind
To be alone,
But I fear it too.
A Statue
A little Krishna
With the flute
Playing the music
And my mind transported
To the banks of the Yamuna
And the kadamba trees.
The Butterfly
The velvety butterfly
Bluish-bluish
With the white dotted round prints
On its dark blue speckled, freckled colour wings
Shining beautifully.
The Trains
Whistling,
Coming
And going,
I don't see them now,
Coming,
Slowing down
And again starting for
Chugging,
Gathering speed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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