A weapon used, bullets shot, killing a man
For one who fought without a weapon
For freedom to the killer.
A lover of truth, with heart like ocean
The whole country wept on assassination
But today his dreams thrown in dustbin
A fire burning on Rajghat
And none has time to see
And just a celebration on 2nd. Oct. and 30th. Jan.
Keeping his dream just a dream
There's no time to worry as all in hurry
A real follower difficult to find
Caring harijans and the deprived
His statue, only a showpiece and shelter for birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem