The Fool Of The Kosi River Bank Poem by Arvind Srivastava

These roads were to be built
This darkness was to be dispelled
This soul was to be merged with the forces striving for freedom
This did not happen
And I too never got the torn pockets of my trousers stitched
The dew on the grass quenched my thirst
When I did not find anything, I covered myself with it and slept at night
He was the fool of the Kosi region, that is, the owner of a dim mind
Left plants for the needy and animals
Floating in the water
The fishes gave me their skin
The sand gave me clothes
The corpses took me across
Century after century
Becoming our sailor!