Whatever is writ,
That is fit to hit,
‘O' Darken heart and mind,
Can't you find?
Heavenly candle is lit
Sun -externally
And the soul-internally,
Why we are wrapped with the lust?
This is the universe of love,
Why we are killing dove?
We have turned to a beast,
The world of silence,
A perilous parlance,
Humanity is killed in darkest abyss
Of self modesty and lust,
I am crying,
Yet I can see light through the slit.
Why we are dyeing slowly bit by bit?
Whatever is writ,
That is fit to hit,
we are killing dove in the universe of love, fine, thanks Aftab brother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrible war and all the children in Iraq are suffering we have turned to beasts... thanks for your poem it is a pity there i not more poems denouncing wars...god bless