But Forgiven Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Real black spot
That we had fought
And sought
Real freedom

We waged guerrilla warfare
The momentum was put on gear
We remained in jungles
With only one aim to struggle

Those who remained behind
Really underwent harsh wind
It blew from all direction
The whites made them to suffer through inhuman action

Can anyone imagine?
Hell waiting in heaven
Only color and race made us desperately driven?
What kind of policy had they in mind or undertaken?

In our own country, we were alien
“The blacks” as we were addressed and spoken
We were committed to peaceful union
But dark memory shall have to remain

No memorial shall give be able to give
Our lost pride and chance to forgive
Those woundsshall never be healed
But forgiven all those who had perpetrated