Flowers no longer bloom in the garden
Buds do not chirp in the orchard
By bending the mountain's head,
to hoist his victory flag, our national deity
Destroyed the valleys of resonant forest flowers
Said, the mouth-tired black cuckoo
Sitting on the branch of these forest flowers
Sings cruel songs to the world
Does not care about day and night
We do not want the inner world to be
Reconstructed by its living blows
We have destroyed its blooming world
We do not want the flower sitting on the branch
Which hides the thorn in its hand
With whose sluggish impulse, the chest of the earth trembles,
It cannot bear the burden of the world
All the sounds of the world get entangled in its nest
The nightingale has lost its nest
With a straw in her beak,
she is wandering from forest to forest, wondering where to build her home
The greenery is breathing, but is nowhere to be seen,
the flower stalks are burning
Today the country is becoming impotent and dull due to hateful communal barbarism
No one hears her call
Who knows which vein of our nation's god's ears has been pressed,
due to which he has become deaf.
She is unable to reach the pitiful voice of the children crying for food
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏. @vikbuddy
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