The world kingdom is dirtied and old,
Their UV protecting shroud has hole,
The pouncing invisible tiger is smeared,
Man, each time you are born, you are anew.
Each time you are born, you are fresh,
Each time after struggle, you accomplish,
Each time after those tears, you emerge as a winner,
Each time you are glorious, you become the creator.
Each time, you conquer the heart, with words, not with swords,
Man, each time you are born out of trouble, through wise orifice,
Man, each time you are born out of the battlefields, full of doubts,
You have proved that you are a warrior, not a coward.
Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi, i have added this poem to my favourite poems list. i still remember the poem you wrote about the man near the bridge. this one too is a master peice. brilliant. thanks for continuing to inspire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fragrant lines and perfect poem.! ! ! love it dear!