The heart of man is a battle ground,
A place of perpetual conflict
And there he lives, balancing shines and showers
To spin the threads for a peaceful life.
There are ugly thuds of cannons
And raucous laughter of guns
Smell of powder smog
And strident blares of wild winds.
There are also some sun shines
To tell of happy days,
Life is a battle between tears of joys
And creeping shadows of pain and fear
Tears of heart break.
Through these we plod
Strength in our minds
And hope in our hearts,
If our dear castles fall, we put them back up.
We try again,
Forgetting the blood we shed,
The tears that gather in our eyes
The sinking feeling of fear in our heart,
We build again.
This is our history
How many a time we have stood the castle back up on foot?
But we rise again.
We have survived because we do not want to fail.
This is being human,
Here to face endless travails,
And reap treasure-troves of peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem