At the University gate Koyel confessed one day
'You know, I had a horrible dream last night'!
Short and curled hair, blue-eyed Koyel dislikes
Bra..No...Never, speaks polished English
And with a packet in her hand in the very second dating,
'Will you help me Swucoomer to manage this saree'
'Dream! Funny! ' I said,
'Shall tell you a very sad tale one day'
Koyel smiled and while observing her icy teeth,
I wondered whether colour of sorrow is such white, cool
And to my utter surprise Koyel asked:
'Have you seen any N a r c i s s u s?
'Yeah, a lot on the heart of that Suicide Lake'
And Koyel surrendored: Hopeless!
Let's go to Ramdaspeth to see Ganapati Bappas....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem