You fix our feet
With iron chains
And ask:
‘Fly, fly
The whole sky is yours, isn’t it!’
But this unjust atrocity
Itself will light
The fire of revolt.
Taking together
Earth with our feet,
We will soar the high skies
Like a hawk
One day.
Our answer shall be
Nothing but
Our graceful existence,
Riches full of pride and
Unmatched ability.
G K Vankar's translation of B N Vankar's Gujarati poem 'The Existence'
Tags: B N Vankar