Not yet tired of ignoring sovereignty
Witnessed already the skeleton of territory
Yet not care of injuries of heart to smell the deaths
Freedom not the achievement
Only a shady begging the choice to sacrifice
Peoples and property of a land of great cultural tradition
Forgive my passion not to be a successful man
I was obedient to my duty my boss empowered me
Have done it and also committed to do it till my end
Forgive me not because I am not bent to be the looser
I was programmed a robot to obey the order
My destiny often dictate to make some untruth promise
Know the limit of those dry sounds which carry no meaning
Pranab k c
18/06/2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem