You,
Hypocrites,
Where are you,
I want to know.
Where are your words,
Your placards?
Are you not the bastards!
How dare,
How dare you to go
Against your own language,
And on earth?
You have misappropriated
The hard earned money
Of the people in general!
Let me tell you
One thing rascals,
You are the enemy
In the form of locals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written strong indictment against men. Gajanan, it would be helpful to know some specifics which you could include in Poet's Notes.