Somewhere it is the ivory tower,
Somewhere it is the garden of Brindaban,
Somewhere the India of bullock-carts, mud houses, fairs and villages
Engage the poetic mind of his,
Sometimes Nataraja, sometimes an image or the statue of Buddha,
Sometimes it is the Trmurti that draw his attention towards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem