He has gone to the belly of the earth.
In agony, pens can not mirth.
He came with pen in his hand,
Writing to liberate his land.
Now, He lies beneath in the hand of nature,
But He was immortalised by literature!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and we shal mourn him amidst our thought while in ages his works shal be taught.