We respect and love the good eternal nature,
The sun, stars and the moon are nurturers,
Not wearing of the slippers on the lands of farmers,
Looking at the sun with no sunglasses,
Drinking of polluted Ganges with great respect,
Inviting the crows for lunch, leaving the poor child empty,
Burning of new and old clothes for prosperity,
Sprinkling of the turmeric water to get cleansed,
From the dirty created by the touch of the fellow low class human,
Fighting in the names of castes and religions,
We have a long way to go, if not corrected,
After many generations of mouthful reforms,
We are divided yet united to do all on the wrong platforms.
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I would like to translate this poem
good write really, thanks.