Tear off the document of my visionary spirits,
Treat me as a trash of this civilization as per your insights.
Blow up this face of mine you don’t like-
And make it like a crumpled stove,
Yet despite all this, I assure my smile never fades up.
Stars of unswerving progress that lies deep inside my soul,
Will never turn red.
Dear, even if your self-worth is not rewarded with my contempt
Better forget all my aid and preach;
And do all the hypocritical stuff that you speculate to be virtuous.
Yes, erase my virtues,
Tear off the profound bonds I have made with this civilization.
After all you are full of pomp,
Why would you ever imagine divine renovation!
~ Rajendra Ojha ‘Nayan’