Lodhra-Kusuma-Morning Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

No doubt a very neglected fellow;
Scull full of shush; poor eye-sight.
Falling on the back always laughed at
Whenever I try standing upright.

Distraction of mind rides me for a fall
Always tremble like leaves of Peepul
A funny book I'm of no importance
All Take me for a dump push and pull.

Now a celebrity; envy of neighbours.
How? once heard a calling at midnight;
Waking up saw Lodhra-kusuma-morning
At last winner! always less in fight.