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Does anybody have the skull of words in their hand?
If you do, without hesitation, pick it up in the clenched fist of your palms.
May it fully fulfill the altar of my hands!
Fearless! The spoliation teaches me
How a dream crashes into small pieces of a broken heart
And builds up new imagination on the floor of day-to-day life.
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Even I don\'t know
Whether the golden jubilee of my poetry is to be celebrated or not.
I don\'t like to extend my hands to the privilege of a diamond jubilee or centenary.
This is all about the corridor of the upcoming future,
While I am still rooted in the present.
Therefore, comrade, if you have
Any skull of words in your hand,
Pick it up in the clenched fist of your palms without any restriction.
Though they are severely decomposed and frowzy,
It would be grateful to me
By mending them in a zigzag way,
I will remake a prolific pen of words, like Hiruda.