We remember the glory, but not the burn
We remember the victory, but not the pain
We remember the independence, but not the person behind it
We can forget worries, but not the scars.
They ended up their life, bled themselves dry,
To feed us to get us, a better life
Then why we are still in the clutches of disparity?
Why have we forgotten the humanity?
It's the time to stand up and ask from ourselves,
If they can bleed to death for our betterment
Then Why can't we live up on the humanity?
We remember the glory, but not the burn We remember the victory, but not the pain We remember the independence, but not the person behind it We can forget worries, but not the scars. this is wisdom dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Good brother,ever good seen have existed poems to read which you have written