A Sterile Woman Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Can a sterile woman
Perceive the pain of delivery?

Without language
Our land, our life
Would be unproductive,
And see my dear friends,
We are all going
Towards destructions.

We are experiencing misery
Every day, dear friends,
Feel it at every moment,
We are free, we are sovereign,
Yet, our condition is not good,
The curse of foreign language is
There with us and we are
Far from peace and progress.