Be vigilant brethren, any time sky may fall
I t is not a poem only but an honest call,
Society has been divided –
Rich and poorand moderate
on the base of economy,
This is a truth-
They maintain the status,
They live together,
Middle class,
They are divided by faith,
The strata of faith live separatelty
Lower strata living hard,
Their faith is variable,
Move as per the reqirement,
They live together,
Sharing pain and happiness,
First and last can be differentiated,
By the wall of need and greed,
Second class or strata,
It is low pressure strata,
“The high wind group”
Always under Cyclone and rain,
Struggle for top or bottom
These three are the modern race
Be vigilant brethren, any time sky may fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
These three are the modern race Be vigilant brethren, any time sky may fall- -somewhat over-simplified