The house is so old.
Its color is fading glow.
on the wall grow many molds.
When its story is told,
it has joys and sorrows.
In the heart they overflow.
Under house arrest, the lady became a lonely soul
because she played in democracy a big role.
Her spirit never became low.
For leaving the country, she said ' No'.
even her husband at death threshold.
She is so bold.
She never called a spade to be a hoe.
She is a peacock of pure gold.
The world know
who is the ugly crow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem