The bus with the sign, 'Wordsmiths' rode through
the wide-overgrown road
and songs ravaged in it
the forests sang so many songs
that soothed my heart to the grim
I wondered in my mind what God is doing
for without him, what could we be
rebels? With budging stomach
like those hungry children
that lined up on the path near Jammu River
the Ganga river swept through our eyes
and we rode and rode
the sweet breeze swooped into our ears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do you mean 'Jamuna' river