My poetry sheds tears on their agony
dejecting life from being blossomed
My poetry sheds tears on their arrogant deeds
consuming life in their veins, miswandered
and staggering for smouching poor
My poetry sheds tears to see
shedding blood for self contentment
My poetry sheds tears to see
human race being refugee on their land
History is witness humanity is exiled
several times for the sake of
caste creed race and religion
culture has been smashed several times
My poetry sheds tears to see
Judgement Seat of Vikramaditya
being captured by devils, selling judgement
with fear and coins
My poetry sheds tears to see
throne of Emperor Ashoka being mutilated
from where wisdom was spreaded through out the world
My poesy is loosing her stratagem
to make them understood that
the path they'r walking on
marches to the hell.
All this moment my heart is mute
to witness all sensivity of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your heart is active and sensitive all things happening. Your poetry lets it out. Hope those who do what should not be done will learn from the pleading words of wisdom.