Oh! Mother you once gave us
Your lap upon which we used to
Cradle in supreme happiness;
You were like healing balm to our
Minds inflicted with cares and
Anxieties of our horrendous life!
Now we have grown up;
We have learnt to burn the burning
Sun with our venomous fires;
We have learnt to darken the
Darkest nights without caring
For divine dawn you have gifted us!
We have left you blindfolded in the
Most gravest Grave by stabbing
You incessantly & ruthlessly!
Our greed & dried vulture like brain
Never shuddered to make you fully
Insane and destroy forever......
We are now the satanic children
Of your agonised soul................! !
Now our prayer for our own
Existence is sinking down
Into the Grey Desert made by us,
Only leading a naked & palpitating
Life by annihilating our own self!
Oh Mother! You are shrieking
You are writhing in agony...!
How can we hope to be fondled
And cradled upon your lap...
We have dug our own Grave!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writhing in agony! ! Because of the wickedness of mankind. Nice piece of work.