There is a fight for everything
Fight and desire for power
Fight for rights
Fight for equality
Fight for love
Fight, fight, fight!
We fight to get something
We fight to apart from the same thing
Some Leaders fight to unite
Some leaders fight to divide
All are fighting for themselves.
Who is concerned for all such rights
Go and see in slums
Go and experience the poverty in them
Just ask them what they need
Ask them whether they desire
The comforts and gold
The power or shares
Or the desire for golden plates and beds.
What I say is for what
We are fighting which is not permanent
What a layman or any man needs ah!
Two meals a day
A garment to cover strip
A roof to live
Finally six feet of land to leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
satiric work on our own society and shown reality of our country