Homage to Panchnan maharaja- -panchu.
He was nobody, none doth care for him,
No flower smiles for his being,
He was the lowest, the poorest and the lost,
Hatred, negligence and utter carelessness he was born and gone.
The lowest he was, lived in deadly shell
In sun and shower,
hunger and pestilence his inborn friends wert with him,
Nobody thinks of him, none have time to waste for him,
The poorest he was the problem of abundant street where he strolled for alms,
He lived a life of contentment having nothing to live,
Breathed fresh air on broken oven.
The fool he was, fun for all,
A useless being, nuisance.
The lost he was among darkness,
A farce existence,
He lived innocence and went unsung.
Still my heart is heavy,
Tears drop from unknown fear,
The demise of plucked flower,
Reminds eternal truth,
Death is the ultimate eye opener,
A small drop of dew waves a might ocean.
My heart contains an ocean for the lowest the poorest and the neglected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem