Real human art
Journey may have ups and down
But difficulties are known
I, so many times, think
And try to put ink
Is the poetry a divine flow?
I certainly go
With the argument
As it is visible in real format
Why do we cry?
And feel shy
In supporting all sufferers
who have to flee from their homes
Many have tried to take an advantage
And spread shadow to have an edge
And cause bloodbath
That blocks our real path
I may not be able to say
And show way
So the other poets
But can we remain quiet?
The history may reveal
And make real
Picture about our efforts
That shall be called real human art
The history may reveal And make real Picture about our efforts That shall be called real human art
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The history may reveal And make real Picture about our efforts That shall be called real human art. . . .lovely theme. Poem on art beautifully crafted. Thanks for sharing.