I read the poem and a light
Went off in my head.
But mingling was going on,
People were talking and
I was listening to everything going on.
I put the book down.
And for three years I couldn’t
Get that poem out of my head.
Finally, They asked about the poem,
Which I couldn’t exactly remember.
I searched my diary and got
I read the poem,
And there it was, a great poem.
Which was to be written.
15 SEPT 1980
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ultimate poem is yet to be written......