By ripping off life in the deserts,
What is thy final verdict?
If thy clan and thy regiments are the only themes,
The final delineation will be wind and grime.
Life is an eternal glow,
It is forever a perennial flow.
Blow it not, block it not,
Oh! Man, thy visions are naught
in the course of history and human thought.
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9th April 2015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound poem. Life is a revealing. A gift. An eternal glow as you say. Prayer.