O warrior,
What a life you have here!
What is there in your quiver?
My promise
Let me deliver.
I am a loser
But never lower.
In my life
Here is winter,
And I know
Spring is here
Ready to enter
With feathers
Full of colours.
In peace I discover
Unwritten letters.
Empty space
With thunder
I witness
The laughter.
How can I say
Neither I am new
To this atmosphere
Nor I am a skyscraper
Either.
But for a minute
My prayer
You please hear.
Am I not your
Near and dear?
With love
I am the man to
Distinguish one another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a war-field, true to words