While been to the hamlet by the river Ajay,
Dark, lightless and impoverished
And held by blind faith,
Reeling under poverty, hunter, illiteracy,
Backwardness and underdevelopment,
I used to spend a bit of time
By being on the river-bed if possible,
Attempting a few verses
Under the moon-light falling upon
As the oil lamps too were not available
In the village homes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem