Poems aplenty had been created.
Some poems lay frozen.
Some poems were boiling.
In using the frozen ones and the ones boiling
"I" differed
Flapping their wings some more poems were flying.
Some used them to construct windows
So many indulged in violence using them.
Then, a few poems sloganeering "Don't read us" were
marching in the paper.
(Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem