It was the love dale
Valley of love and peace
There dwells the king of love
His queen was gorgeous peace
Trust lacking arguments
There the era was spontaneous
In that love dale dreams flourished
In that hue they mend the time
The mischief
Though it's the valley of love
Death was not prohibited
Death knocked at its doorstep
The king opened the gate with smile
Peace dash to it side
But the poor had entered the chariot
The deprived peace sobs at the rail
But the mischief took him away
In that love dale peace was alone
As love was absent
The dale turned to be a hell
Peace veil to some corner there
Without her love she kept silence
So that the silence swing all the side
Thus the valley turned to be a hell
There ruler was king Evil
There tears was the only resonance
Darkness was the warrior
So that it turned to be a devils paradise! ! !
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Peace and love snatched away by darkness and evil...........peace a state of mind and love a passion stirred by mind both flourish with brighter aspects of life.....with positive frame of mind.......though sometimes get trapped by evil and destructive perspectives...............nice composition...........
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I would like to translate this poem
In place of king love King evil makes victories sometimes. And slowly changes the devil's paradise what now transpires in our surroundings. Wonderful imaginations respected poet and may there be illuminated imaginations continue.