The real struggle started in 1983,
And i know what i have been through so far;
Because life is not very smooth always.
Fear and anger,
Love and war!
And of the death-toll in the human race to ponder over,
But life is all about peace than war.
Humanised by the military forces! !
And of my many years in the bush;
But now i am back home to my roots,
And this struggle started in 1983.
Life was like the creative powers of the problems at hand,
But your love has no hiding place when it is time for war!
And like the mysterious murders around me.
I am trying to get to you,
But the wind of change had taken me so long! !
And there is no retrospect on this muse;
But, i will live on to write out my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem