The Sun shines bright
I am flooded with its light
Yet I seek for a shelter
And run here and there in helter and skelter
Why I am confused?
I know not
The weather rot,
And I am fused.
This brain produces no innovative ideas to flow from my pen
My creativity has ceased to pour down like the drops of rain
I remember the Hollow Man as I lay low
In the opinion of the society I am a good for nothing fellow
I pause;
The inner I ask me do I really need any applause?
Appreciation is always welcome
What about criticism?
It will always be there in the world of communism
There are the so called Doyen's who comment in their aphoristic style
I reply with a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
answer to critics who have nothing else to criticism.