Born on second day of the valentine week
under a waning crescent twenty five days old
visible only twenty two percent,
for many Buddhists a Nirvana Day,
was I a proposal of love and peace to the earth?
WWII had already killed many men, women and children.
Even the best medicines have a deadly side effect,
Who is perfect?
The creator!
But why his creation is so much imperfect?
Was I a proposal of love and peace or another failure of human intellect?
I was born as a deadly medicine concealed in two capsules
and dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
My friends!
Yes, it's my seventy fourth birthday,
but don't say Happy Birthday to me,
I don't like February 8,1945,
ahead of me is August 6,1945.
Skies are less worried for you,
propose love and peace to the earth only.
So poignantly beautiful.I wish love and peace to our lovely earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Was I a proposal of love and peace or another failure of human intellect? I was born as a deadly medicine concealed in two capsules and dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. what kind of great thinking that comes out of you my dear poet. i really wonder at it. your poet's notes also so fine. thank u dear poet Akhtar. tony