We often hold non-violence so dear
When it is violence that we fear
We often hold honesty so dear
When it is dishonesty that we fear
We often hold love so dear
When it is hatred that we fear
We often hold chastity so dear
When it is society that we fear
We often hold things so dear
When it is fear that we fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully picturised the present state of man!