I don't know who I am?
Of course locally I'm known as
‘SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR.'
A good-for-nothing fellow.
But whenever I try to speak
My lips can't utter any word
Only stones, no merely stones at all!
Tombstones, epitaphs of dead the stars
gushed out...from my mouth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems a true situation faced by a poor angry poet.10
Thank you my dear Poet. God bless you.