Standing another sleepless night
With little safety and solace,
I search a toothbrush-the only one
That too half burnt and
The tube to be cut for paste-the rest.
I have nothing for the wound
Poisoning acutely my leg-too fast;
It cannot escape again a riot
The eyes cannot gaze more flames
Flames burning houses into ash and
Turning water dense red.
Sensing the drowse!
Smell the odour of my land
Breathe the air and wriggle in sand,
Bath in the flowing stream,
And enjoy some recurring dream-
To be recognized as freeman
To be assimilated into mainland,
With all, who break their bones
Toiling from twilight to dusk and
Night to morn; for the Nation, the one
Which is my own, though, here
I'm a refugee known!
A passionate wish!
I think deep and draw in mind
A flawless intense picture of a world
Without war, deadly fear and domination,
Of one man suppressing the other;
Where there is no boundary of land
And no law to restrict anyone.
Where minds fly and hearts cry
Together for one another.
I would swab the scar with white cotton,
Resting my mind in a long sleep
I'll wake up again and walk
To form a complete globe-
With the new and the old, all human
Alike-with no difference, not mere
In the look but also with perception
For all now and time to come…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem