MAY DAY TRILOGY--3
Shackles were broken at Chicago on this day
Labourers, peasants all became gay;
Economic chains were spread as a net
The world covered on Dollar’s bet;
Perestroika gone, uncle Frankenstein—
Now look for Oriental sun-shine.
Rajkumar@Kolkata
01-05-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem