Ek Krurta Bhara Drishya Jo Mangta hain Matra tumhara Sakriya Sahbhag.
Kar Diya Amanushyata ki saari Seemaon ka Ullanghan.
Parantu Uske paschat bhi Parivartit nahi hua Manav ka man.
Karte Gaye Manav us nirdosh pashu par Aghat.
Us Vanar ki madad ke liye aya ek hath.
Parantu Jivan vanar ka nahi de saka sath.
Us Manav ki satarkta ke karan kar diye woh do aropi dandit.
Parantu matra karagruh aur dand nahi ho sakti saja.
Pashuo par hone wali hinsa ka dand aur karo kathin aivam kathor.
Jab Bhi Aisa Drishya ata hain tumhare samaksh
ban jao ek nagarik Daksh.
Jab bhi drushya mangta hain tumhara Sakriya Sahbhag.
Un Atyacharo se vivad kar ke karo apni bhumika sunischit.
Yadi vivad karna nahi hain ek Shakyata
Bulake logon ko karo ek bhid Ikatha.
Pashuo ke madadgar sanstao se lo prashikshan.
Karo pashuo ka sukhi har shan.
Yadi atyavashyak drishya se hote ho parichit
Atishigra karo police ko suchit.
Jab Shekdo ki tadat main honge log Upasthit
Tab nyay se hoga drishya parichit.
VANAR PAR HINSA KARNE WALE LOGON KE VIRUDH APNA SWAR BULAND KARE
PASHUO PAR HONE WALE ATYACHAR KE DAND KO AUR KATHOR BANAIYE
UN ATYACHARIYO KO UNKI NANI YAD DILAIYE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem