A bastion behind the thick undergrowth,
Taunts the would be conqueror by its stile,
Formidable gates between wet moat slips;
Shudders with flagrant anticipation;
Predator moves the coveted attack,
Stubborn aggressor with exposed armor,
Ferments turmoil within raging battle calls;
Rigid struggle prevails in the soft torture.
Storming assaults in aristocracy,
Fades resistance to the raw terror,
Unleashed within narrow quivering walls;
Defenses fall to the invaded climax.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just one word ‘Splendid’ Voted 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK