There is a land in the present age;
where the people lives in grave
Liberty freedom all unknown;
service and be slave
the people are living in their past glory;
as an out right beggar would have sung
well once upon a time, I was the king of my universe;
when such is the attitude of people
how can they get freedom,
least there is to talk of liberty;
yet a certain day may come;
when the people will hum
in the orchard of the freedom;
Taste the juice of liberty.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem