If air is coming through
This window then no need
To go outside, I am not telling.
If you are here within me
Then why should I call you
Day and night, I am not telling.
As because I am ailing and suffering
I am humble, I am not telling
This is the only way of judging.
Let us rise and awake, my dear,
Let us arms ourselves with truth
And let us fight with love.
It is not good to discover faults with others
It is not good to live with evil thoughts and evil intentions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem