Why do you promise every night
not to write
even if it be all worthless
(as mostly it is)
to read what you write.
What unforseen force is that
can you a bit describe
that draws you to write
when morning comes and your head
is bursting with thoughts all worthless
Why are you then bewildered
perhaps triviality bewilders
trivial people, automatically
and since nobody listens to them
when they rise from sleep in the morning
they sit down to write worthless, trivial things
so naturally, and automatically
like a brainless robot who only knows
how to write robotically trivial gibberish things.
I thought you are a gentleman but you are absolutely an idiot mad orphan dog!
Ravi, Ignore these idiotic comments though you need more....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have written a tribute poem on you! After that I will come to you!