The run
Be physical
Mental
Social
In any sphere
Unseen crunch
Vaccum
Filled
With deadly thoughts
Relishing on painful acts
Beast when maims a fellow being
Fellow beings when fight it out
And blood when oozes out
Beast in man
Overpowers the saint
Wins accolades
Even from those
Not remotely
Related with the episode.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem