Hi, uncle you are exposed
Just to rob others wealth
Physical and moral defeat
Was destined and you are smashed
World has been changed by its intention and credibility
You the old haggard yet with old complex
Insanity dictates your stupid rhetoric
A country you can't represent
Your drugged muscle has been strength-less
Yet your passion of being a monarch of the globe
World rejects as a product of rapid illness
Turn off quick to celebrate your defeat
Otherwise lonely suit will hang on the air
Your presence will be blotted from the canvas!
Pranab k chak
16/04/2026
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem