Do not put them before me
As I do no like to go through
As the bitter truth come out,
Who the guilty men of Partition
And even if India was, for what?
Is this called justice?
What was judged it?
Why was it in a huff?
They would have sat on chair
After sometime
After handling the fanatics.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem