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My Poetry | મારી કવિતા

1 October 2016

Translated from the Gujarati to the English by Gopika Jadeja

My poetry
dressed in its dirty clothes
poor like me
still awaits acceptance
from the silky pages
of magazines
Still seen thorough critical eyes
Unseen
Unheard
it lies half conscious

My poetry
Rustic like me
stands at the threshold
of Indian literature
Still prohibited entry
for its different clothes
Copper red
like my angry face
it stands at a distance
Alone
Excluded

My poetry
Mad like me
wanders in the street
neighbourhood, crossroads
and dirty lanes
Like the backward village
neglected by the feudal bureaucratic
civilisation

My poetry
Like my tongue
is uncivilized
And like me
it is untouchable
Relegated to the margins
by the sterile civilized
critics

My poetry
Forgotten
Disregarded

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