Poems as thoughts coming to
And he giving shapes
To poetic vision,
Art and craft,
Thinking of life to be nailed by the wall
And sorrows by stars,
We may go round and round a temple
But can never be around God
Similarly round and round the thought
But can never be around idea,
Modern deaths more tragic,
The sweat of the sculptors
In the Taj Mahal,
Indian widows bewildered and at a loss
Where to go, what to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem