Non visionary can fly with waxen wings
To soar high to touch sky for all springs
In rising sun with its heat and glow
Touches earth like the pale leaf in a blow
A world of profit, power and delight
Cozy comfort whirlpool of short flight
Delicate petal sweet source of beauty
Learn how it performs nature’s duty
The clouds move from place to place to rain
Where will it rain not known to brain?
Why are you called in the world supreme being?
Just above animals to be human beings
Politicians can’t raise the wind or rend
Nor in their hands to cause ripple or bend
Loss of our will make them rule over us
Still chance left to come out of this fuss
Cease evil deeds before it ruin the mind
As worldly wings gives pride to make blind
Doom enables a man to conquer treasure
One piece of bread with pulse provides pleasure
Spiritual spirits are adoptable and inspiring
Efforts of saints and sages have been untiring
Domes and tombs enshrine India united
Morn temple bells keep us delighted
If you wish to serve your mother land
Keep it up on your head as a brand
Millions of blessings follow your mission
Hope of New India is our ambition.
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I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, a very good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Family of lies.