No plaques?
No head stones?
He did not start the inferno.
It was a misspelt agony
in purple ruins.
Pain had no other name!
While thinking of him
I evacuated the matter,
completed the circle beyond solitude.
More I did not break the silence
worse was the grief!
Meaningless threats
had no relevance.
I recaptured the color of stars,
glory of flames,
beauty of crucial controversy.
I was repeating the legitimacy
of alphabets.
Greatness was the idea of mediocres.
Every thought had the dignity
of its own!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'beauty of crucial controversy [...] Greatness was the idea of mediocres. / Every thought had the dignity / of its own! ' Loves it. ~~sjg