Hey Market is the witness of shredded blood
And, the executed heads
The last song, which
Their voices sung
Was, an International Anthem
"The time will come
when our silence will be more powerful
than the voices you strangle today."
They uttered last words
That word,
The flag which drenched with their blood
Is the hope for Beautiful tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a sad tale of man inhumanity to man told in eloquent finesse. Well conceived and elegantly crafted with artistic brilliance. Thanks for sharing Arunank and do remain enriched.