Don't shrivel
Crying in sorrow
Glancing mechanical humans
Faithless and insensitive
Don't become stern
Sad dreams force
Our ruined world
To think anew
To think afresh.
The thorns of sorrow prick
To find a tender bud
Amidst all the thorns
So that the flowers of faith may blossom
In the gloomy chamber of the heart.
Every sorrow
Of the darkest night
Will seem like pleasant stars
If you can just read
The language of the eyes of the stars
Of the journey to the light
Mentioned is the description of
Every deviation, twist and turn
Clear and Loud .
(English translation of the poem "Bayan" of senior poet Shri Varun Kumar Tiwari by Arun Chandra Roy)