[On reading his ‘Residue of Life’]
You never stop amazing me
Miser! What else to call you!
Your title is longer
Than the body of poem
The pause gaps not included,
Tell me where you learnt
How to sift among words
Let all chaff fly to air
Just keep a handful of words
You scatter about from heart
Like seeds to pigeons bred
Which gather about to feed
From your hand at break of dawn!
poetry is the bliss of a moment........... so it ends up in one, two or three words...........
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I would like to translate this poem
from all i know you are blindly following premji who is likely to spoil you. voted10 surya