Oh man! You are just a shepherds boy,
You are not eligible for the battle of troy.
But, still prolonging as the sun in your sky,
The wings of your knowledge wants to fly.
Each things of yours, polished so neatly;
so You should not possessing the golds of worthy.
The brilliant moon and the milky sky,
Sometimes you depicted out worldly neglected cry.
The world is not a place for the lambs,
The bullshits are annihilating the creation of wombs.
The possessions of nature and the loneliness;
Still breathing some beings of true legends.
Haunts those, who are worth of deserve,
Try with your best to do us preserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Call for Resurrection... Call for young minds, their freedom, their truthfulness. They will flourish independently with full of knowledge, love, humanity.. Nature will be happy.. Lets walk against all the bad evils, bad people who destroy the nature and its 'lambs'.