War was not invented and fought
As it was the human instinct and sought,
To protect one’s mate, land and rights,
Across the mountains and the oceans,
Man have invented the machines and weapons,
To hurt the feelings of opponents, not the friends,
With underlined names colored with dark red,
In every war, someone has been at the receiving end,
Wasted are the resources and the obeying hearts.
let us make peace hugging one another tight,
stabbing behind the back, only a few will survive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
peace and war both are relative as you know. there is nothing called peace or war in real sense.