We Are Disturbed Poem by Gajanan Mishra

We are disturbed,
We are unfortunate,
And we are busy
In quarreling with
Each other here
Forgetting our goal
To serve the mother.

Is there any deceit
With us?
Let our life
Go to hell then.
Let destiny
Destroy us, of we are
Not sincere and faithful
To our mother language.

But friends, let me clarify,
I am plain and straightforward,
I have played trickery,
I have concealed nothing.
And I can't blame anyone.
Still, I hope, let the criminal
Be punished and let us
Show him/them the exit point
For violation of the laws of the land.