Picturesque groves
Nurture you on this earth – how many
Comrades shredded
Blood on your roots!
Lotus blooming ponds
In those days you set in – Of our
Holiest comrades buried extinct
Shall I recite of it in this world!
Machine clusters that mill
Your first and finale – shall I recite
Laboring our villager’s toil
Didn’t it give rise to truth?
World that’s witnessing labors’ toil
Purging hunger plunders life – telling
Wealthy you are
Is this justice just? – Paaventhar Bharathithaasan’s (1891-1964) poem
Nurture you on this earth – how many
Comrades shredded
Blood on your roots!
Lotus blooming ponds
In those days you set in – Of our
Holiest comrades buried extinct
Shall I recite of it in this world!
Machine clusters that mill
Your first and finale – shall I recite
Laboring our villager’s toil
Didn’t it give rise to truth?
World that’s witnessing labors’ toil
Purging hunger plunders life – telling
Wealthy you are
Is this justice just? – Paaventhar Bharathithaasan’s (1891-1964) poem