Onion the golden
A simple man’s banyan,
Now shows off rich vain splashing poison.
This Golden Maiden
Dances on the poor’s staid mein!
We see no caravan that demands its fall in;
And voice of mine doth better none.
The priest brings us the newly wed couple
And enquires in his glee tone usual,
'See there Holy Arundhati in the sky,
Beside the seven stars up so high? '
I, the blabber cat quoth what I see –
'Seven brinjals and an onion free';
The baffled poor rat took to flee.
all essential commodities prices go up! our leaders very buzy fighting for their seats or aginast unnecessary matters like regionalism but no bother of public!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply amazing poetry, i enjoyed every bit.keep it up