Misty veil covered all the hills
And its heart with golden rays fills.
Cowards hide well behind the logs
Under fog the stags and the frogs.
Crowing crows gliding around
Draw near a prey on wet ground.
With a cup beside the path sits
A child of long fair locks it pants.
The smell of burning rotten corn
Spreads nation's ever glowing scorn.
Six line roads demolishing hopes
Run over fields of fading crops.
Cry my beloved country cry
Try for the best by ballots try..
A thoughtful poem which strike at the heart. Its strange that when so many poor people go with out food and are in hunger our grannaries are not being taken care of by the Admn. and are let to go waste.
A lot of edible grain lying heaped in the govt. grannariesare eaten up by rats and rodents and later made to go rotten while millions starve in our country! Poor governance and rampant corruption heap misery upon misery! A poem expressing the concern of a whole nation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heart wrenching poem, so much abundance but so little given, Thanks for this write.