The man with
barren scalp over his head
claims to have google inside.
Not a single nearby
to hear his distress cry
Stays connected on net with billions
for inner queries to solve in trillions.
Captured in the time's death trap
covers the baldness with a painted cap.
Amidst the senses in a brutal mutiny
lays to decide times destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem