I said it poetry is a dying art,
But they accepted it not,
Then what should I do?
How to make poetry more charming,
You now tell it
If poetry is not going to die?
What do you want from me,
A break dance or a folk dance
As no specialist am I
Of Kathak or Odissi,
Just can manage
The folk dance too not,
But the break dance,
Breaking and dancing.
Just you give me your goggles,
An Indian beedi,
Lit and burning
And in lungi
I shall give the dance,
You just keep clapping
In order to boost up the local artiste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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