Have you ever seen a lot of people selflessly?
Died for the sake of nation proudly….
Those noble hearts, noble deeds;
Their blood, still won’t be sucked by the soil.
They built the nation like a bricklayer
Made the wall, fight for us as a brave soldier!
And the nation which is being earned,
by the worth of warmed fresh blood.
Mother India felt pride of them.
Now, her head is held low.
Society has been broken up into fragments.
All of these happened for their moral degradations.
Here the sacred river is not sacred at all.
Aggressiveness and ownlessness aimed for the dead of doabs.
Very few have the ever-widening thoughts and actions.
Thus we lead the nation towards imperfection.
India was known for the enriched traditions,
And thus everything ruined by division of caste and religion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem