I'll have my revenge on all those dumb idiots
Who've betrayed me. For I don't mind my food served cold.
I see they're still mired in parochial gloom,
While my work's being published all over the world!
O they may greatly prosper as pantomime clowns,
But they're soulless and lacking in integrity.
My oeuvre will survive when they are mere dust.
I'll have my revenge on the petty North East tribe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem