It is Janmashtami today
And the children
Are bursting crackers
And shooting toyguns
For it is the land of guns
And bombs
Woven imperceptibly
With money
And the unquenchable thirst
For power over hapless lives
Knitted seamlessly
With cries of Freedom
The opposing duality
Of intending mind and expressed word
Existing harmoniously
For the reaping of bounty harvests
Watered with the blood
Of those shackled
With promises of the mirage
Of plenty and bliss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem