A.K.G*: 
The man who loved all, 
loved by all and
one who was always
with the have-nots! 
Indian coffee house is
an ultimate proof of that.
You can spend a day
right in front of
a cup of coffee! 
A safe haven for
lovers and intelligentsia! 
One day in hot march, 
I was sitting inside
before a cup of cold coffee.
Just behind my table, 
a play was going on! 
Two ‘Bujees*’ were sitting
in the furls of smoke
discussing….
‘What is our real problem? ’
‘Slavery.’
‘What kind of? ’
‘Mental slavery’
‘To whom? ’
‘Old white skin! ’
‘Who can remove that? ’
‘Our cultural leaders.’
‘Whether it is possible? ’
‘Yes, my dear friend
behold, this mental slavery and
cultural slavery, 
all are dead snakes, 
still around our necks! '
'But our intelligentsia, 
the cultural minority, 
what do they do? ’
‘They are lifting the dead snake
through speeches, writings etc...’
‘And then? ’
‘And simply they leave it
there only! They put it back’.
‘Why?  Survival instinct? ’
‘Yes, they should also survive, 
so the society won’t change! ’
They left laughing and
My cold coffee started boiling! 
                                                              
 *Intelligentsia
A.K.G: AK.Gopalan: former Parliament opposition leader from Kerala.
15.8.06                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem