We breath in some air
and release it with power.
We sound like thunder
and punches, kicks shower.
We strike or deflect
in a twinkling of an eye.
Our limbs are supple.
All moves are nimble.
Speed is our strength.
Our art is like a butterfly!
We want to be karatekas.
Practice it ritually.
We are different ones in uniform.
Advance an inch almost daily.
We meditate in action.
Alert mind gathers even a fraction!
Bodies worship with hard sweat.
Our focus is really great.
Shadow fight is a super fun.
We go ahead; never retreat or run!
Karate is our religion.
We have a large brethren.
(The poet is Black Belt in Shotokan Karate)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem