Is it a big poultry yard or firmament? I doubt;
Scattered white clouds everywhere look so!
All will be in a scattered condition in war field;
Even sans war society is also so due to bad govt.!
At the surface of sea everything looks to be cool
But inside the sea so many dangers, beauty there!
In life too with pain some look to be cool by culture;
Pain is also there though wound is not seen outside!
Just by look we cannot estimate who is who ever;
Outside appearance deceive larking inside-danger!
Rough looking person might be kind hearted ever;
But the world believes only the fake gold readily!
Both vast firmament and deep ocean look to be fine
But can we survive there without oxygen or guard?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem