The cry i hear of mothers striving to feed her younger,
its not poetry.
The fear my sisters feel walking out in the street,
its not poetry.
Region being divided by the religion,
its not poetry.
Human acting like inhuman,
its not poetry.
Elders leaving youngsters with heritage of hate,
its not poetry.
Young dream dying without the shelter of hope,
its not poetry.
Free spirits shackled by the word society,
its not poetry.
The swords that we gave clashes with each other,
its not poetry.
Soldiers dying for the forgotten country,
its not a poetry.
Children asking religion of a country,
its again not a poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem