A day thee told me,
to them respect I must give.
Give them attention, but do,
what makes the soul proudly live.
I should hear to them,
not letting my thoughts flow.
Even if dross they speak,
I must withstand, and must glow.
Their thoughts mustn't drain,
so does my theory.
For I may meet the oblivion unseen,
and my words may lose their glory.
And now again thee spoke,
to adhere to their code.
But, from a could-be leader,
should I follow their road?
Why telling me to return now,
when I have come so far.
Before participating with pride,
with cowardice, fall back from the war!
To thee, and to thy society,
I lift a question.
When majority opposes,
shouldn't we fight than to run.
Why not do, what makes our blood stir,
Isn't that, 'what it takes to be a thinker? '
It is the sole reflection of the individual where the persons walks, thoughts, words, inputs and all other efforts to be propagated with the ultimate intention of the social benefit. Hence no tiny work go to garbage.
It is depend upon individual thinking and psychological thoughts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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