God knows who renowned and who unrenowned
Into the realm, domain of
Indian English verse,
Those who are not, they are also calling themselves
The minor poets not, but major poets
As the authority is almost absent here
And the virgin field is unchartered,
One of an evolving genre of literature,
One which has not evolved,
Is yet to come of age and to grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem