The end result
You shall be hunted
From pillar to post and insulted
The earth is not place for you
To live here as saint and prove true
Many people have come and gone
So much work has been done
We need to pick small thread
And do something before we are dead
Certainly it is like wild forest
You will have to deliver the best
Stay among devils and good
By sharing same food
You have to face
And chase
All those who try to demolish
And virtually finish
Suffering is not for poor alone
Rich and capable also feel same one
Everyone knows the end result
Truth prevails and not the stunts
Suffering is not for poor alone Rich and capable also feel same one Everyone knows the end result Truth prevails and not the stunts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indira Sadanandan Thank u Hasukhji Unlike · Reply · 1 · 1 hr 11 minutes ago