I feel that a lot: my country-my land will become again; a slave by my hand.
On this you will 'a traitor' me call; or banish me from the country and all.
Yet true is that: no honour i got, nor have any respect for the mother my own;
If had i any, it would never be: my caste and religion; my state and Region; my party and politics; my poverty and riches; my kindreds and Cronies; my departmens and faculties
Dearer to me than is my country.
And i mean not only me, but indian every; if you could just count also Thee.
ATISH
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem