Under fear again
I feel each pulse
And curse
Despite being on soil for many years
I still live under fears
We were needed
For labor and trade
For bond and relation
Now we are second rate citizen
We never claimed ancient link
But tried to swim or sink
With local people and their culture
As it was only our hope and future
We have made it as our home
Past old days have gone
We are part and parcel of this land
We shall ever remain as trusted and friends
No outside force can separate
No hate propaganda can operate
We are determined for the welfare of people
W shall stand hand to hand in their struggle
Memoirs of life in our young days rush in at some times and force us to compare life when air borne/ in action and present life full of peace and retirement. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.
namaskar sir, good one, I like it, local people and their culture..
No outside force can separate No hate propaganda can operate We are determined for the welfare of people W shall stand hand to hand in their struggle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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