The bright sun is there,
The serene moon is there
And there is no dearth of significant flare
In the vast atmosphere,
But.......
The civilisation has to go on
In the midst of light
And in the midst of darkness too,
That's the natural course of it,
Darkness flourishes
In the dark soul
With all its venom
And it spreads in an irresistible manner,
The cruel rapist destroys the beauty and glory
Of the civilised world
And he feels extremely proud of it,
The tragedy is that
He is written as the great winner,
Protest!
Criticism!
The crude rapist laughs,
The darkness demolishes
The light of the civilised world,
What is this?
Why is this?
Hush!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anjandev Bravo for this one