Mr. Katju,
Who are you?
Who has given you
The right to criticize
A language, a state, a race?
Whosoever may be,
Mr. Katju, remember,
You are not a cynosure.
You are cynically
Telling everything always.
Let me tell you one thing,
You are nothing and nothing,
But you are there as a servant and you are
Enjoying everything out of our money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem