Secret Prayer
For them who cries silently for the country freedom.
Sisters! Would you grant me?
Roaming as immigrant– covering my face
Reptiles become partners –standing on no surface;
“Be Alarmed or Be Arrested,” rebuke from hidden grace;
Who will warn me, if I avoid gaze,
“Spy Around! Spy Around!” shouts spread in society.
Sisters! Would you grant me?
Our Lord’s been defeated –did I disclose?
New Law hasn’t been enforced, but– unwanted punishment grows,
People make hotcake rumors– knows or not knows;
Today, 'They’ are felicitated in the poem and prose;
The Straits flood before me—do I retire or flee?
Sisters! Would you grant me?
Would you grant my laughter like innocent child?
Would you grant my breath with pure and wild?
Would you grant my love like I touch her bracelet?
Can I hurrah with my Tongue, Can the country let?
Would you grant my satisfaction on my son’s success chrome,
I want enjoy my rights– with full of freedom;
Grant me not the Bohemian or the life of refugee.
Sisters! What would you grant me?
Can your grant be a morsel to my mother?
Can your grant be the heroic for the dawn of prisoner?
Can you grant my soul, my worship, my nirvana?
What would you grant for my dilapidated fortuna?
Did the spiral seasons said to spring good bye?
Thousand worthless get grants from you—Why did not I?
Grant me mercy sisters, I beg you on my knee.
Sisters! How would you grant me?
(2008)
A spy of a Hindu King came to collect information. However, in that time, he learnt that his kingdom was defeated and his country leaders were taken to the prison. His life got jeopardized. Then he had left no choice but to pray secretly to his Goddess.
