Don't worry to see my demolition
It's just a beginning
Don't worry, I won't stand again
With a thunder spear of ruling
My desire, my engross
Will help to bloom a tiny flower
May be after thousand year
On silent pad of grass
That will strew all, with a divine fragrance
Of love and forgiveness
Beautiful poem. I look forward for the time there are enough people on he glove believing in peace I hope it comes sooner rather than later. Excellent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful thought, I dream of such for all!