Scylla whisk to wheedle minds
With scythe and enough salt
To vow vengeance
Under the ash and flames
Of and on traitors account.
Depicted slogans
Against real owners of soil
Flames of unitary
Deploy ‘Three Six Three'
In and out federalism.
Come closer and closer
Ganges hosted the‘Prince'
Yamuna shouldered
In the dark zone
Acquiesce to chew the cud.
Added one more year
To praise success of myths
Over common people
Who dare to show wisdom
Marginalised ever before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cant say much but only pray for the best for good cause for everyone and all.