In an imperishable almirah
Keep these rejected songs safely, you must
Who knows one day they may come out to lift up
An oppressed man bloodied on the road
A fallen soul from the dust!
Be not dejected if no one was able to
sing them in the tune you composed
Be not depressed that so called wise men
Interpreted the words wrongly,
With undesired meanings imposed!
A poem sometimes is like the color of mehndi
It takes time to show color stark
O poet, Keep up creating selflessly
It may be a burning light to a traveler
Who needed ray of hope, a spark!
Those who like the hungry flies
Are sitting on the account book of sale
Cannot appreciate the colors of the butterflies
The magical scent of the flowers , songs of the birds
For them there is just one color, pale!
Spoiled children on high chairs
Are laughing in derision
On prophets and poets
A generation will rise in future which
will bow to your prophetic creation!
Xavier Bage
17/08/1993
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