Untold Poem

What I wanted to say I could not say yet In my poems which have been written till date So, oh, my traveller stops here for a while And listen to me carefully that you have won Whereas I gracefully lose the uneven battle But in it, no ignominy I see as you are better And the life, later, I could not manage well It does not mean I will allow you to humiliate me Nor under the gun shall I put my loyalty on sale Nor can you buy my honesty nor can you bribe To make me say anything wrong against my tribe My soul is of iron made and it always roams free You may cut my boughs yet I stand like a tree