"... Your old ways and allegations
Are eaten away and cashed away.
Please let pass the new methods,
if you can not work hard and compete,
or lend a hand because times are changing.
It is 21st century now."
The manifestation of times continuously changes,
Transforming feats, ideas and aspirations,
But fools celebrate the centuries-old genocide.
Revising the patterned game of dishonest interest,
Disregarding the shifting forms and paints,
Apparently throwing deceitful shadows.
Times change... it is unavoidable...
let us forget the pains of the past sirens,
the ill-fated of brothers brutal ends.
Claimed as the grand victory,
Branded as the grand pantomime of celebrity,
The massacre of Bhima-Koregaon War.
Some fought for money for savage imperialist forces,
Fire from the brutes girdled the natives around,
And patriots sacrificed their lives at the outflow,
of the real call to what our work is and needs to be.
Penance, escape or exist were never in mind;
Young or old, avid shadow remains erect, though the death was near.
Treacherous, celebrating the victory of Imperialists,
Genocide of unfortunate fellow countrymen,
Our position and aims can cleverly shift;
You can lend soul to the greed of the wrong and unworthy,
Without imposing the theory and dead ideology of the rotten old lies.
Care aloft on the heads the high banner of India flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem