It is virtual thought
And constantly fought
How much do we care?
And perform fare
I shall seek close stay
Never to go far away
Reside with permanent memory
And never to feel sorry
Such is your magic
As we all went for freedom music
You had gone into jungles
Armed with weapon like rifle
It was fascinated approach
To sacrifice for country and reach
Honorable position all over
Now we are safe with shelter
None cares
About others
Poor suffer more
But we all sentimentally care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Naidz Ladia Hasmukh Mehta..ur poem-comment is very beautiful oldy...thank you so much..u r great! 5 mins · Unlike · 1