The unknown martyrs stood in resistence...
...and fought with resilience...
...though with no guns in their hands;
...save some pelted stones...
...to give vent to their anger;
They're buried together in the one grove...
...for eternal rest in unmarked graves...
...at unknown places;
Though their birthplaces and times...
...may never been the same...
...together they're dumped to rest;
With one heart and fidelity they drank...
...deeply from the cup of death.
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem