In wintery nights, jackals howl

            Asking for blanket in cold and frost

            O’ uncle Moon flying above every fog

            Bathed he, my valley in celestial light.

            Independence remember I

            In graveyard across the road, moaning was omen

That body is not body of us. Crickets groan

            All is but mere assertion of rights to own

            Faith and me made a state and forgotten

            O’ Brutus! Politics snatched both sights

Me and might

            Were it ever? Leaving door open, slept we cool

Step out threshold unguarded, wearing jewels

            Deeds, good or bad, breed consequences

O GOOD GOVERNESS

Mine is apple of discord in me and state

            Nobles bore rascals and rascals’ only rascals

            Starved righteous cried melancholic

“Son I am killed in you”

            They embarked on journey

            Aim is to terminate state and me

Extinguish race for race is deadly sin

Heard is duty

Abstain from pride and creed of races

Or

Time will be hither

All would burn in fire, flood, fight,

Vigilant will decide all.