The records made in games and sports
into oblivion soon wade. World records
tumble and kneel down being humble.
If one built a tumulus over the grave
of a great warrior in ancient days,
another built a mausoleum for his wife.
If one turns a blind eye to an offence
another simply dares to crush at his feet
the verdict of the Supreme Court.
A pocket picker used all his tricks
once to steal a just Rs.500 note.
A cyber thief heists crores in seconds.
One animal beats the other in the race.
One clown supplants another in films. But
One Shakespeare stands atop forever.
What is pride to feel and cherish
when everything in this world
tries with verve and vigour to excel?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem