Gajanan Mishra Poems

Who is the son of the soil?

But he is certainly not
Who is neither glorious
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Get yourself free
From the debt to your mother,
To your motherland
By ousting the enemy
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Victory is destined
For the people,
For the mother,
For the motherland.
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Like a baby bird
I am looking for
My mother to return,
And feed me.
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Chhota gotie pakhi sabaka pari
Mu anairahichhi mo maaku
Jie pheriba aau
Mate khuaiba.
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I want
Not to know
About victory
And defeat
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Just look at me,
Catch me,
Know me,
Try to understand me,
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Please never depart
From the truth.
And the truth is
You are the son of
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Fear not, fear not, my dear men,
Kill him who is torturing and
Doing harm to your mother,
And punish him who is not
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Drive him out, dear men,
Who is not showing respect
To your mother, motherland
And not using your mother language.
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