The hibernating white and colored bears,
Suddenly poked to wake up in jitters,
Long time never hurt the on lookers,
Digesting the last heavy meal in slumber,
Everything seems to be normal under,
Once get up, can’t be controlled,
Fangs, stings, canine teeth and verbal intruders,
Shivering of the hearts in the attacked and attackers,
Dominant may be the one, who flirt and hurt,
Stronger may be the one, who have the physical strength,
Victorious is the one, who feel the peace,
When the hungry bears come out to slaughter,
Feed them the fish of pacifying thoughts,
Let it not hibernate. Let it be awake and be in control.
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I would like to translate this poem
A great title, well written