Born on a land of lore and learning
Untouched by any elements of modernity
Or by print media, global journalism, literary societies
You were not hyped-up, not brought to global notice
At par with those literary stalwarts and others from other provinces
Through the international languages of more dominance and prominence
For your poor land was not sycophant, nor far-sighted in terms of globalism
Not your brethren did anything for running blindly behind the affluent countries.
With modern form of education,
Even with so-called poetic sensibilities
Of contemporary world of technological advancement
Initiated, ruled and dominated by the foreign land and languages
The whites couldn’t perceive serene, pure brightness and literary whiteness
In blackish skin and broadened cosmopolitan mind and literary output of yours.
Yet with your own literary brilliance
And flair of your sweet language, thoughts and feelings
You even today rule the hearts of millions and trillions of lovers
Though you were born ahead of the time you lived, you relive as a belief in our hearts
O, Bard of Love, philosopher of selfless devotion, metaphysics of life and death
You do sustain the entire gamut of vibrant cultures, enticing art and right rituals of Mithila....
