How do you let it fester?
Not stop the fire that's churning?
And play the Lute dear Nero?
While my Manipur's burning?
How can your face keep smiling?
Your ears get hard of hearing?
Miss the screaming of our butterflies?
Whose children they are spearing?
Wake up oh my people,
Is this the world you craved for?
Where hatred killed your senses?
And blood is all you rave for?
Where is all that music?
And the beauty for which you're known?
The kindness in your warm hearts?
The love now you disown?
I know that these are rough times
And many a heart is paining,
To see her home in ashes,
Loved ones lost in hate's gaming.
Wake up oh my people,
Let not Nero fuel your maiming,
Listen to your hearts again,
And live in peace, stop blaming! !
How do you let it fester?
Not stop the fire that's churning?
And play the Lute dear Nero?
While my Manipur's burning?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem