The temple put up by ancients
Taught valuable veda manthras
To descendants and ascendants
For a period of thousands years
Today same faith filled children
Bow down their heads before
The shrine, with unquestionable fear
That has been inherited into their
Blood cells; red, white and plasma,
The humanity had created many arts
Such as arts of war, arts of humanities
And many sciences such as political
And biological,
And created many religions fear of death
And due to the reluctance of giving up
The Pandora's hope,
The religion later on harmonized
With art of wars and political science
When it came into the hands of emperors
Like Constantine and Ashok.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a nice poem. Loved these lines: 'The religion later on harmonized With art of wars and political science When it came into the hands of emperors Like Constantine and Ashok.'