Age had marred your shine.
Face has blemished.
No music in your words.
Love has withered.
All that remained
is your love for peace.
Generations passed
in the ways we moved.
Those who stole
our rights lost everything.
We forgave everyone.
Night reminded the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Narayanan, such a good poem....10+++++
So nice of you. Thank you Bernard.