Weigh me not from your's perspective
I am, what I mean just to me!
I am a rising sun- people salute
Else who cares when I set…..
But, I am me what I am forever.
I say, you hear to me for the last-
You cannot change me,
Nor could anybody either!
When I feel the need I should, I would…
Make money but for me, and what get you?
Tell? If I am a wastrel?
But time does not stink to me-
Writing stories, poems, lyrics and novels.
whatever my work?
No, comments I endure
Let my pen trot.....
And fragrance of it would-
Sublime my fame at height!
Ha ha ha I am thinking of a big!
And people want me, to do what small?
Graces! My eyes are open onto the books of the world
Where, Tagore, Shakespeare and are my masters
Me, their student and contented!
I am doing well, I am not a weak!
Now, weigh me you! Shifting your vision!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem