Halt by crowd of noise
Deaf volume of death-pagan by purity,
No where to
Off to where I am?
Many dead alive around- -many.
Many noble cause- - no noble guts of nobility around
All are in the run of royalty...who will run for loyalty?
All are in the run.
I herd the sound from back- -run you fool!
This is life- who will win
They got the queen!
Tis about achieved
Honour by non archiver- - shown their card of achievement
Tell us...Or teach us to run and run till the end of our life
No one ready to teach the life - - real life of us
Focuse on win...no matter what cost the win,
No matter what you lost in this race of win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of man's quest for materialism at all costs and its detrimental consequences, as he eschews universal brotherhood and enshrines man inhumanity to man. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Binod.