Those who stretched out their chests
Like lions in front of the guns
Are now the kings of highways.
Those who died helplessly
Jumping into the gape of the invading shark
Are now alive in the din and bustle of life.
And those who escaped hiding themselves
Into the darkness of their cunning
Are now mere oblivion,
Are now mere broken graveyard
Surrounded by dreary emptiness.
Actually those who have learnt
To detest the eyes of vultures
Have the right of living only.
Only those who have learnt like pincers
To uproot the poisonous teeth of cobra
Have the right of love.
Those who know how to show thumbs
To the carnivorous animals
Have the right of life.
Freedom and sovereignty are only for those
Who have learnt to play with life
Like chopper and spear
And learnt to shed one river blood
For flowers and poems,
For men and soil.
Behold, those who were alive are now mere ghosts
Having died and got rotten utterly.
But those who sacrificed their lives in the inflame of love
Are now reigning in the realm of life.
Truly, the detestable death of man lies
In his foolish living;
Life is only in war and death.
