Now in my old age I want to re-write my Ph.D. thesis.
My thesis too in a tattered state and my overcoat too in the same way.
New envious generations and family members too like it not to take care of my things.
Let it be as life has taught me otherwise.
My father's Matriculation from Patna Univ., B.A. and M.A. can see destroying,
My mother's B.A. certificate too,
My eldest brother's Ph.D. and M.A. certificates,
My youngest brother's B.A. and Black Belt degrees
Rodents and white ants destroying them flippantly.
Let dust's things mingle with dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem