The thing you never thought before
Totally Unsaid unseen that is
My thought, virgin
It never depends on any membrane
Nor my chastity belongs to my body
It is completely a matter of soul
Conviction is not a matter
That you can cripple it
With missiles and bombs
The spirit of my humanity is not a wire
That it will bend or bow under any pressure
Neither my creed will vaporise
Like a drop of camphor
Under your scathing attack
Nor will it be unholy by any human touch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A devout write of strength and devotion with clarity of mind and faith.