It is so real
When it oozes from a sore heart!
It takes time to heal
While battering the soul and turn the body apart...
It never fears
Whatsoever spirits it breaks,
The blood it turns to mud and eyes it covers with tears
But the smiles and laughter it makes.
It is the sharpest sword
That the war worries never carry!
The most humbling word
Dwells in the mouth of peacemakers so in happiness they forever tarry.
Love from above fell with pain
And when it settled it whittled and it rained with gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem