Treason Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Spare not the culprit
When the act is antinational
When the act is treason.

The soil of ones country
The safety and security
Of the Mother motherland
And mothertongue
Is in highest order
And when all these are
In danger and
In danger spare not anybody.
The nation is sacred
And more than individual life.
Life of a person is
Not permanent
The nation is permanent.

Spare not the culprit
Who put the nation
In the open market
Like anything.