Our Tolerance For Poetry Poem by Arvind Srivastava

All our tiredness
Is visible in our poems

Depressive feelings and hypnotic words
By molding into poems
Get totality

Our tiredness lasts all day
Including the company of cunning people
Hope of rebirth in dead objects
Baghdad's museum and Bamiyan's Buddha
Nitishing the sudden change in weather
Ignoring the hand raised for greeting
Worry about the safe return of children from school
The infamous time of intolerance

All our tiredness shines in the form of poetry
And often we write poems
And send them to the markets of the capital!