Don’t say humanity lost glory and dignity!
Perhaps thought is on the lap of infirmity.
Caste, creed and religion, the guard we keep,
Our bleeding wound, dear brother, so deep.
Pretty good, I desire for golden sun rise,
Lay on thorn but dreams for flower wise.
Wrapped with foolishness, we blinded bleed,
Innocent are killed or strangled indeed.
Till we keep mouth closed and eyes laden with tear,
Days are not far, all will be robbed, is it clear?
O wingless desire, where shalt thou brew?
Here, I am in search of peace, where ye flew?
Take me; please take me from darkness to light,
Show me; show me the straight path, here I fight.
Peace and peace and peace, Lord’I recite,
Eyes are closed, my lips are so tight
A poem delineating the common trials of mankind with a tinge of hope; very original in style, content and composition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing poem, I love your technique.. :)