Day and nights
War is going on,
And we conceit.
Is the life illusive,
They all are here
to search the cause.
Our sons, daughters
friends and with so many
persons we are spending time
That are but necessary
for dreaming the world at sunset.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, goes with the present problems of our times, nice write.