Your native Land
Where is thine native land?
Is it like fire or soil?
Or what thou observe before
Was a foot-path for common;
Now it a stream of blood
How can thou quench thine thirst
From the fester water of that full pot of hell?
O the innocent boy, it is true
Thou art not PARASURAM!
It's a hyperreality we are facing.Well penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write on native land, which had turned into similar nature. Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.