</></>God calmly sat for meditation once
He decided to incarnate as a poet great
To be carefree amidst humans and rejoice.
Frame he built & for heart used 14 carat,
God Indra had imposed in heaven gold control.
Before inducting life by sprinkling ambrosia
In the frame of the poet with a twig of acacia
He left it urgently making way for the Godess
Who entered there with a cane in perpetual rush
Fuel was thrown over the frame due to her dash.
The God enkindled a lamp on his return
To heat poet's heart and to it strengthen.
Alas, suddenly the fuel spread on it caught fire.
By a sheer accident the heart was in flames
Destining it for ever in emotions to burn.
The mind is an enclave of every poet great
Encircled in flames perhaps for enunciation
To create a delicate bond in myth and realism.
Engulfed in fire though it is never gutted, ,
Burnt are emotions erupting from poet's fountain.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem