Father

World prays, who is Tilak,
Roli, by the loss of flowers,
I have worshiped them
Bapu ! So far from the coals.

Angar, Vibhushan This
Who drink electrical power,
In the flames of the trumpets
Consciousness is full of new ones.

His crown, which was a waste
By the haughty hypocrites,
The light flashes in the world
From the creations of those who have afflicted.

The warriors
Which becomes stunning, intensely,
Do not tolerate
Poison poison

Angar necklace, whose
Hear the time stops,
Where the orders are given,
History bends over.

-Manish Shadangi