I don't wish to lavish gifts
On the world's fabled leaders & heroes,
Or those blessed by the divine light of genius.
I'd rather beautify the common voice
Of the poor and the marginalised:
Of those whose lives are not recorded in history's pages;
Of those whose names don't appear in gilded obituaries.
No honours & titles elevate their status.
And no monuments are built for their service.
I want to compose a folio of longing.
That will contain new hymns in praise
Of the communal kingdom of justice:
I shall renounce ornamental verse.
For poetry, like bread, is for everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem