I stood straight
Legs were one foot wide
Fingers were one inch apart
Suddenly, I threw my hands up.
They might be racist
They might be fascist
I was in front of them
And asked them to kill me first.
They shouted at me but I shouted louder
They went away from me out of fear
I knew each and every one of them but a coward
They always move and come in crowd
So I thundered alone like a lightening cloud.
To every one it became well known
If they could not kill me alone
So I sat down to ponder and wondered!
How could they dare to kill the crowd?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem