Be it of rich, be it of poor
The colour of the blood is same
Be it of wood, be it of charcoal,
Colour of fume is the same
Be is of strong, be it of weak,
The sweat of both is same.
Be it of lover, be it of poet,
The pain of both is same.
Be it of father, be it of mother,
Blessings of both are same.
Be it of brothers, be it of sisters,
Love and affection of both is same.
Be it of thinker, be it of scientist,
Vision of both is same.
Be it of life, be it of death,
The story of both is same.
It is indeed a pleasure to read the poem. Through simple words and contrasting points you have tried to find similarities. Just wonderful.
amazing... what a thoughtful poem.. this is carrying a great philosophy of life. thank you.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Be it of life, be it of death, The story of both is same. Wonderful poem.