Let the ink flow on the paper
and outpour the grievances of the mute
never heard or seen but felt everywhere by the few
give them some hope
who are in the need and have waited long
and are on the verge of surrender after struggling long
be the one
who blaze the pain and dazzle all on behalf of the few
let all know the fire, which waited for long
let others share the baton and get courage to hold long
let others learn the art of ignition
and to rekindle the torch which is lost for long
be the one the earth requires
be the one the world desires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem