Nature wept whole night but nobody knows
As a proof I find drops on petals of rose.
The crowd has no time to listen to your
heartbeats
The wind has also failed to expose the truth
The statue of Gandhiji wants to move away from the square
With the fear of followers trying his chapter to close
Poetry is cool and beautiful
Like prose trying to explain
A struggle of a candle light at night
Exposing secrets of darkness that ' Prakash ' knows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem