We will die anyway,
But before our death
We want to see ourselves
On our land,
We want to talk
In our language,
We want to drink
The stream water
Of our area,
We want to eat
Rice and dal
That are there
In our field.
We want to smile,
We want to cry
As per our sweet will.
We want to fly
Beyond the sky.
We want to love,
We want to stay
In truth on this earth.
We are the stars,
We want to know
What are there within us
We want to live
Here as our own boss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem