Defined are hostilities between two enemies
In peculiar and exaggerated ways by elders
A fresh and green blade of grass
Thrown between the hostile two
Catches fire and reduced to ashes
Signaling the fire raging in their hearts
Spared not are even the crows
For a crow sitting on one roof top
Will never venture to sit on the opponent’s
Such is the poison nurtured in human minds
Knowing very well nothing follows in the end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing follows in the end! Yet we crave for false superiority. Nice poem. Thank you.