why i need to go there,
hate and cruelty is where.
today demand of brotherhood is in need,
we have to grow a plant transformed from this seed.
Creator of human race is not safe,
but everyone is celebrating by cutting a cake.
now time yells loudly for some action,
if its too late, no one could save us from destruction.
How peace looks, becames a history,
if it will be not solved, then transformed into a myestry.
how selfish we human beings are,
abolished and kicked the gift of god so far.
If a saint dare to establish peace,
his future is that, he will be chopped in peace.
if some goons spread situation like hell,
then they are regarded as doing well.
If time slips from our hand,
everyone will be demolished in sand.
that time is not so far when we get shield,
as a prize from God to convert this earth as a battle field.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem