ODE TO MOTHERLAND

Never a poet, a lover of beauty.

Nor a singer, a devotee of music.

Words burst out from my heart.

Music whistles from my mind.

Now I am bound to sing aloud

The things which I saw in this land.

Mountains, valleys, rivers and streams

Make your body cute and divine.

But thy children….I feel shame,

Don’t you see the battlefield?

The river of blood and heap of heads,

Make thy body marshy place.

And they will dig the grave for you

That makes me lament and weep always.

Oh my motherland I am alone,

I wish to do a lot for you…but,

My sight is fading, limbs are vanishing

And my body is melting from the soul.

Now I can’t make my words and sing,

Oh! My motherland, I am alone.