And when the mighty river flowed down.
They built a dam to check its flow.
Until the river bore its wrath,
for people on the ground.
Down came the obsolete wall indeed,
up was the avengers show.
And when the shrivelled rustling leaves shook,
a time arrived for them to bid the tree goodbye.
For us it was the onset of autumn.
For them a rare chance to fly!
And having conquered the entire world,
the warrior got to know and cried.!
'What act of me deceived thy beings'.
Loudly you praise:
the warrior so tired, dug up the earth.
And in he lay far ahead.
Before his countrymen arrived.
To pay some homage at his grave, (they never returned back)
the sinners pot does overflow he thought.
The remains of his thought were cherished!
And here longing for the earth......,
to be revealed.
We simply perished!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem