If our talking are told already
If our visions are exposed already
If our limitations are imprinted already
why should we live everyday to make war
to kill peace-monger residents
why should we labor much to toil our last bleed
to make alive the next to come on track
the journey extends so long
the ages to attain every rising
rather much we have learned
a neglible part we have realised
and truth is that
many much more yet in waiting
to be exposed throuh human wisdom!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem