Those were days of mental slavery
Those were the nights in blood of rivary
I recall the times of fallen liberty
Yes the tears of the stolen identity
At the back are memories of war
Whose touch was very much sore
Those were days of spiritual struggles
Those were nighs of hatred in religious bundles
That was the life in his chilhood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poems always talk of reality.Very downtrodden.I get the smell of soil in it.