I am waiting,
Waiting for an opportunity
To strike,
Strike at the right point.
I am waiting
To set right,
Everything that are
Not in order here.
I want to fight
Even with great fire
For peace.
Non-violence is
My weapon.
I am protected
By truth and love.
But I want to stay,
Again and again,
In battle
To strike at the right point,
At right time
To destroy all
Man-eaters,
Who are vicious.
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I would like to translate this poem
twin tongued philosophy of Islam..well said. Peace be upon everyone, who is hiding a knife in their belts..