The daughter of the earth
is now afraid of to go to
temple, school and other
places inside and outside world.
The crow, the jackals, the fox
all are there to howl at her.
The daughter is the creator,
It is true and we are so unfair
to her, it is also not untrue.
Let the daughter come and say
something with her own voice
that also we are not able to tolerate.
O, daughter of the earth, you do
whatever you like at this hour, that is fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you sir.....I'm the son of the earth - your very keen follower.