Bleeding is there in me,
For you, I am bleeding.
You have attacked my dignity,
And threatened and
Humiliate me.
I am not here to pardon,
I am here to go and
Chalk-out plan for
Your destruction.
I am a nation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe in the world as my country. I know humiliation can be hard to swallow, but reminiscing in the past, is not helping to much the future, I think. Let us put the healing of love on our bleeding wounds and all work together as one human race, united to make this world a harmonious place to live in. Every small kind act is a step closer to that world harmony :)