I caress my ego endless
in my own utopia.
What if in utter poverty suffer
pangs of hunger,
at homeland, a thirty crore persons?
What is it for me?
They bear fruits of their fate!
Why then do I search faces
of my caste-community on Internet
of virtual reality world,
send signals on satellites costliest?
Why then my mighty fate
can’t buy me a copter?
“What can coward luck do for Pandu?”
Hey, Remi is such a persona!
Expert Modern Vishwamitra
by promising happy-wealthy life,
by creating New World,
turned me into mythical Trishanku!
And people of bone – flesh,
Blood – body, and alive
at home whom I pushed
to homelessness by my insatiable wants!
Such is an arrogant rash Remi,
a modern day Trishanku!
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(Translation of original Marathi composition)
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