~Bhim Darshan Rokka~
Translation : Maya Watson
Marching marching; a backward glance
good Lord ! there ! A Gapping Ditch!
disbelief-how it came there how I crossed it
marching marching; a backward glance
But oh behind me,
long line advancing the varied tiny shape
show can they ford it?
hear banging, for them I fear
marching marching; a backward glance
Do I go on ?
how to begin to fill this pit,
this gapping fear ? no, I refuse to forward march,
doing nothing here my duty, I turn
marching marching; a backward glance.
(source : “POEMS OF BHIM DARSHAN ROKA” Book)
