Fight not, dear foe,
for you may not defeat me,
Argue not, for your words are
unarmed to plunge into our pregnant silence,
powerless to win over its poignancy
Act not, cause your actions
are no more louder than your mere mumbles
Fight with me, only if you can,
by your deeds and words
conquer and subdue me,
Enchain my freedom and cage me
like a wild bird with your iron stares,
Argue, only if your weak oration,
can sink mine, in the ocean of words,
And drown my voice till it is no more heard
You cannot defeat me,
Neither can I defeat you,
Like two idiots fighting with their own shadows,
We shall fight and watch our
wasted life fade away.
So when fights take us nowhere,
Let us shake hands,
and talk about reconciliation...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great idea! Is this addressed to some 'dear foe' of yours?