Nobody has ever decided fairly,
Who is the superior?
The two rebels fighting,
For a long time has no winner.
Victims are we living in the earth
Not exactly victim but sacrifice.
Human life finishes handling those two,
Involving in them and forgetting the truth.
Spiritual make us believe thee friction,
Imaginative life beyond this world.
Where materialism makes us feel reality,
Attached to this world.
Wallowing with them,
We forget our life and its aim.
Balance is must between them
If not our life is in vain.
Spiritual belief counts after death,
Material belief counts to survive the death.
The cold war between them never stops
If we don’t decide who is at the top.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem