Tracked somewhere between the extreme bounds
Of possession and dispossession, 
I found myself intrinsically devastated.
People were slaughtered, 
They were being robbed of
Their girls were being gang-raped
And the life around was all wronged
I didn't see your Lord's divinity raining there
Silent drama with plain pettiness remained on forever.                
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem