Two ancient enemies, every day and night,
One being black, the other is white,
Fight quite deadly in a persuasive way;
Which one will triumph no one can say...
The white one asks my spirit to heal,
The black one casts with passion to kill;
White, Black - Stop your dispute I say,
Because I am satisfied simply with Grey...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
shades of black and white- imperfection only reality- very well composed 10 Mamta