Earth evolved, with it the seeds of mankind.
Uncivilised, uncouth yet with fair mind.
Knew they not, the art of differentiation.
A proclivity to progress; their perennial profession.
But with time, their mind needed a healer,
To detoxify their core from the worldly pleasure.
So few came up with a set of spiritual offers,
To build a new world of eclesiastic orders.
Some found peace and others a reason,
To segregate themselves from the bond of unison.
In the name of god, they started a religious fission,
And the essence of oneness vanished with seasons....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem