VE-NI, VI-DI, VI-CI
you glide down the
umbilical cord
in your haste
to reach the earthly abode
kins await your arrival
with watches cameras
a downpour of showers
clean the dust nocturnal
you blow your trumpet of joy
most people treat as cry
a new life begins new term
ensured success no harm
rajkumar@kolkata
19-12-2009
@Rajkumar Mukherjee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem