Stand
your ground
feet firmly
bedded
mud-rock
on coastland
waving Atlantic
holding
the Golden Arrowhead
aloft
wafting the air
buckman
blackman
coolie
puttagee
chinee
whiteman
God save the Queen
rigor mortis
now dwell
on Independence arrival
we hate
we love
we fight
we despise
yet longing
to share
togetherness
our motherland
yearning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we hate we love we fight we despise yet longing to share togetherness our motherland yearning....................A very generalised true picture...the poem carries a light touch for its mostly two-syllable word-structure...