You cannot win the race of progress,
While spending all resources on war
And playing a game with blood
Of innocent sons of the mothers, on the borders,
Instead of spending on industry, health,
Education and equality of justice,
The journey of war is the voyage of depths,
You are children of the same parents,
You shall have to promote mutual love,
You shall have to alter yourselves,
You shall have to bring such an ism as in which
You may see you neighbour as your brother,
As he may regard your esteem,
Dignity and respect his own, and love distributing
Fragrance may make the homeland,
A lawn and a lane of roses,
Burn a candle of peace to fetch a new morn.
Written by Dr. Nisar Tarabi Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True! a mad race is going on in building up defenses at the cost of common man.failure of the leaders in creating welfare society is diverted by creating fear of war. nice poem stressing to reason with realities.