Blow the whistle hard
And get ready
For social fight forward
But beware
This will be a bloodless
A selfless war
Against all social injustices
All discriminations, separations
Join hands
But only those
Who not just pose
For it is not
A ready-made fruit
It’s a deep root
To be set up
So that no breeze of unjust
Ways
Can make our world family
Idols of clays
Be of endurance
And polestar patience
For it’s a long long
Struggle against our own
Brothers
For our own brothers
Don’t stay
Until we get the lighted way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true we have to stand up and be counted to make this world a better and safer place where happiness can flourish! Beautiful write!