What are you doing in
The Parliament house? ,
When was asked about,
Said he,
The rustic minister from Bihar,
I am smoking a beedi,
Sir,
Rubbing tobacco
To put into and chew,
How to forget them
Even coming here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stellar display of contemporary free verse...Too many people are under the gross misnomer that free verse means that anything goes and is literarily accepted as good poetics....which could not be further from the truth...Rhythm, cadence, skilled line breaking is still, and will always be a paramount requirement for such a poem to be considered quality verse...This piece of yours above, qualifies. ~FjR~