First, I stumble then I stagger now I walk
Before I babble now like a four year child I talk
If one day I learn how to swim and fly
And cross the English channel and meet with you
Come with courage, oh, English men, do not be shy.
My fellow men, the regional poets
I know you can express well in your mother tongue
And write volumes like a sage
Yet if you are not recognized
Globally
Then do not blame fate or frown at me.
How much! What you gain!
To the windI share my hopes and dreamsWith the sun rays and moonI whisper on the ears of rain‘Come and play with me’I too get immense pleasureTo have role to playIn the divine creationBut the petals of mine are tornWings of the wishesCrushed down on the soilBy the hands of lunaticsOh! Butterflies and beesDo not…
Carried out by the terrorists worldwide as if I have ordered themOr given them permission to carry out those bombing or shooting in my nameRather surprisingly I shout out loud to those who put upThis absurd argument and hold them all responsible for creating terrorismTerrorism is a fruit and all will suffer from this poisonWhoever…
Two thingsTo sayUgly or beautyThe sameUgly to oneBeauty to other.To sayGood or badYou need notTwo thingsThe sameGood to oneBad to otherThe sameFalse to oneTrue to otherOne goodNot good to allOne badNo ball to all.
And promise him lollypops of good reputationIf he acts like goody, goody which he doesAnd I chain him to the lath of wisdomFor some time he is pleased with meAnd I am proud of himBut later he feels suffocated playing artificialAnd day by day he is losing his self,To him the joy of being real…
But you thoughtI am the air full of poisonWhen I wanted to exchangeThe feel of fragranceAnd the taste of smellYou thoughtI am the flower, staleI inhaled deep the whole bottleFull of that poison airTasted the flavour of rejectionExchanged the smell with that of cliff stonesSuddenly I see princes and merchantsSurround your flower in the seller…
