Why can’t any one see my plight?
Am I trying to be too right?
Is it wrong in what I am doing?
Then why is there no one by my side
If I fight for justice,
People think I’m out of my mind,
Encouraging the evil practices,
Later, the nation they criticize.
Why live, if you are with bad deeds,
Its better you end up your life.
Its better you fight for purity,
Never mind to come under the killer’s knife.
Real life is bravery
And not being a coward from inside
Its foolishness to follow the crowd
And in no sense it can make you feel proud
Your existence is a waste on to this land
But the future is always in your hand.
It really requires guts to cross the thorns
But then your ultimate destination will never be wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem