we are wearing a metalled skin
thus the reason we are defeated
by our rivals everyday, everytime
let snatch this useless costume
for the sake of humanity
raising our voice when
we are left with no choice
all the rights would be denyed
at that juncture someone rise
he the one with par excellence
the one who will kill the evil
that one will kiss the lips of thunder
that ONE lies in every wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved the title...and your lips raining nice rain of words...good one VK_Soul