My land is free; An Indian free am I?
I ‘m proud of my rich heritage and land;
But I have never seen the clear b1ue Sky;
The soil has blood-stains spilled by foreign hand!
The River- water no more tastes so good;
The air has smog and disease-causing germs;
Gone is the flavor, quality of food;
The citizens have skins like pachyderms!
My fellowmen have hearts of rock-like stone;
Their eyes show hatred, jealousy, not love;
Communal riots kill! as many moan;
The Olive-branch has dropped off beak of Dove!
0 Lord! Usher the tranquil state again;
A new direction, let Indians regain!
Dedicated to His Excellencies,
The President of India, Shri. A.P.J.Abdul Kalaam
And the Prime-Minister Shri Atal Behari Vajpayee
10-5-2002 by Dr John Celes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem