Neither asleep not awake,
Really you are, dear men,
In a dangerous stage.
No language is there
With you, dear men,
Your words are also
Not coming to you with
All truthfulness.
Your own earth is hankering
For love, but you are
Not giving any importance.
You have no dream, no vision,
And you are not able to take care
Your own bag and baggage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rise, men rise and raise your voice in your own language.