This land of ours has a hoary culture
Fell into the hands of a hungry vulture
Lost its glory to be retrieved in future
Registered freedom without much of a rupture!
Natives were looked down with frown
Treating them as not more than clown
An English was born with name of Brown
adorned the native language with lovely crown!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem