We should be and we are proud of Her.
She may be and She is proud of us!
Those who are genteel mince their words;
Gnash inside but never flash the diabolical teeth.
Many of us crawl like ten-legged crabs
And vainly grip ' The morning Suns '.
Many of us love to clip the soaring wings
As cawing crows are jealous of Skylarks`aplomb.
So many of us love to hit with cunning whips
And the targets suffer all the vindictive swipes.
We hurt the sentiment of our first Nobel Laureate;
Xenophobic mouths hit out to the 'maiden glory'.
Many such aspects provoke the fast 'brain-drain'-
Ingenious work of native genius attains foreign acclamation.
Our home turf adds a feather to a ready crown!
Rather vile words are ready to rip through the pink hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so many messages to chew and digest to feed the cancerous shame...well written..