One incident of a dismal sight
He saw sick, poor, old men’s plight
'Siddhartha' thought it overnight
By dawn he left in search of light
One horrifying battle so disturbed
The mighty king Ashoka stirred
That night his aims deterred
To Buddha’s realm he entered
Unable to fight his loved ones
'Arjuna' dropped his weapons
Through ‘Gita’, 'Krishna' summons
And the ‘kurukshetra’ did commence
Momentary are grief and dismay
Melting darkness reveals the day
Unruly incidents are part of his play
To sculpt our lives in a better way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, you are right. need to think abt it