Serenity now call aloud
defiling it own nature,
the sound that willows
through the window
more appealing
than the comfort
of quiet moment
The rage and fury
now the new normal,
the inner voice of conscience
starved of genuine attention,
the mind, a prisoner of his own making
and the spirit yearns
for steadfast devotion
The war against nature
torching the sky,
brother kills brother for fun,
bizarre ailments
knocking at our doors
and we go on and on
recircling madness
like we have lost our minds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem