It was remembered
by the touchings of
some powdered books.
i wasn't bear,
But,
Today i am living,
i am reading, i am writing.
i know,
Books are the truth,
Powders are the evidence.
where....?
Now days give,
the lots of sheaden leaves.
Someone says,
My country stands-
at the horizon of secularism.
i had been understanding,
those days were passed,
Today it is a big well,
but, filled by mud.
An insightful patriotic poem written with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Abdul.
Thanks for sharing your valuable comment chinedu. It become a inspiration for doing well...
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I would like to translate this poem
Perform well... it will help you to motive on your path to take a good career.