Bustless, Torsoless, Stand You

Bustless and torsoless, without the bust and the torso, Stand you, unknown citizen, None felt it, though it within, None, none raised the statue, Sculpted the bust and the torso of yours. An unknown citizen, without the bust and the torso, Thought I of commemorating The services rendered by you selflessly, The goodness you had in you, The genius, the streak of it Which but lay it unadmired and unassessed And this much gives me solidarity to state it That neither discontent nor dissatisfaction Marauds the inner self of yours And lived, you, passed your days simply, Humbly as a humble citizen does it. Unknown citizen, what is it in being known, What is it in being unknown, As the paths of life are almost the same, Which but know you, Know I, What it had been unknown, let it be so, Need not to be made known.