I
Hey poet! Will you write me a song?
What if the precious gifts of the creation
Oneday, will cease to exist?
Then why is all this preparation?
What for is all this commotion?
II
Hey Poet! Can you write me a poem?
Where the eyes of lover aren’t angelic,
Where the pain of mind is bigger than the beauty of nose,
Where lying isn’t the bread and butter?
Where Rama isn’t a God.
Where Sita is forever in agony.
Can you? Can you actually write it?
Can you rise above the fishing net of money?
III
Hey Poet! Write me a nice story!
Look, the people, crying
Show them the misery of the daughter of footpath.
Tell the tragedy of the poorest father on earth.
IV
We will listen to your song.
We must listen to your song!Hey Poet! Please sing!
Can you? Can you actually write it?
If you had asked me,
I would have said
You have to write it!
You just have to write it!
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