The glory gone past,
of the "Vanshis",
Remain in history,
But new stories happen.
The betrayal of the self-less,
Threaten to conquer your fortress of peace,
Driving you to,
Another one-way street.
But the victorious claim this,
Peace from within,
Helped by a soldier called 'self-discipline',
Untainted by any bloody sin.
The battle-feild lures,
The Mind to indulge,
In forbidden games,
And another brave "Rajput" is on his way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" The battle-feild lures, The Mind to indulge, In forbidden games, And another brave " Rajput" is on his way." excellent! Thanks