IN A BOIMELA

This book enthusiast lives far away, in a remote village,
goes to village fairs, all through the year,
to recite his poems.
Jewel in the dust this man is not,
but has plenty of conviction, and
magnificence of dreams.
Poverty writ large on face,
yet never wavers self-belief,
nor did he ever try to sell poverty.
Indeed, a true poet this man is.