O'poet
why so rigorous
a penance
for so little a sin
bubbling at the finger tip!
Why so hot
the tears of repentance?
For you stained the sword
for a handful of food
for your hungry stomach
For so long you caged
the bird longing for
free air.
You're the fire
kept burning
with innate desire
for the children
came through you
not from you!
For you strived
for paying dues
you owed to your
parents!
For you didn't care
for the sword concealed
in the pinion
of your love!
Dear poet
who dares for
the fire test
who puts the sinful body
in to the blind ant hill!
Only a poet can
O'poet you're the great
Why regret
for the wrongdoer of the past?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Valmiki A poem of different taste worth reading.